Lyrical Breakdown of Bestie - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Bestie" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Chief Keef weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Bestie" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Chief Keef employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Chief Keef's narrative.

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5:49 in the AM Birds chirpin', neck on swim Cut a nigga up like the shrimp My brother in the back, he got the gat on him Free T-Slick, that's my rappy Take off my Louis belt, spank it like it's Pappy No you ain't gotta ask me, ayy I knew I was real when my mama had me, ayy (Hey Mom) Lil' baby nasty See her in the club, you would think she classy (Yeah) She like my neck piece Trip a lil' ass girl the fetty, ayy I'm gettin' fetty (Goddamn) Oh you like beef? Let's make 'paghetti, ayy She wanna neck me She say she think I'm lil' sexy, ayy Call my bestie (Hello?) Get a friend to come and get me, ayy (I'm on the way) Got the semi (Grah) Like my brother, he comin' with me, ayy I ain't friendly (Nah) But I'll fuck with you if you fuck with me, ayy She tried to kiss me She a serial killer, she tried to get me, ayy My chain too heavy (Nah) Let me rest my neck, now I'm ready, ayy (Hey ma) Bitches petty Gucci by the jacket like Spinelli, ayy She think I'm edgy Two-three etchin', Ed, Edd, and Eddy, ayy You really smoke reggie Bought a watch and could've bought a Bentely Don't come near me With all that fu' shit, could you spare me? Delta E boomin' in the mountains Bitch I'm with Verizon, can you hear me? Windows tinted, I still see it clearly, ayy Know I wouldn't like for you to fear me, ayy I don't need you to fear me, just to feel me No you won't see me but you'll hear me, ayy Birds still chirpin', foe'nem still servin' Police still lurkin', shawty want a Birkin I still murk it, you probably still a virgin The life I live make you nervous Spurned you, still goin', clock still tickin' Give a nigga a two piece, spicy with a biscuit I just count one two, three four pin-less Bitches blowin' kisses, how can I fix this? BM told me drop dead S-600 over the drop head Hit your bitch up, yeah I did it, I did Yeah I'm bipolar, I ain't takin' my meds Probation officer tryna check in my bed Blood on the money, damn the check is all red Tell IG to make my verification all red Folks come out the cut, he feel like tapin' off heads Smoke too much dope, won't forget what I did BM changed her number, I can't FaceTime my kid Did I hear? Couldn't barely, let me clean out my ears She wanna give me top, while I'm behind the wheel Late night, Jerry Seinfeld, ayy So I picked her up, her first words were, "How you feel?" Baby I feel like a couple million Baby look like Barbie how she throw it off a sip, ayy Had to get the city off the shelf (Goddamn) Nah this ain't no cigar nigga, but you gon' hold this L Get to sprayin' S-H-E-L-L's, ayy Clean him up, we don't leave a trail Hah, the old hood is the pail You know I got that intel like a Dell, ayy Chopper sing, Adele We go home and splash him like a whale Pull up, pull off Faster than a coat go flat, yeah (Drip) I just get some on me, no gat, ayy Niggas hoes, we all know that, ayy We took your pack and sold your pack Waitin' on valet to bring the four door back, ayy, yeah The old me would've stole your whip, ayy I'm gettin' ching now, I won't go back, ayy (Goddamn)