Lyrical Breakdown of Forecast - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Forecast" 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 "Forecast" 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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I'm from the South Side, I'm from that South Side
Used to be outside, basketball inside
Fuck the other side, that's where my brother died
Money give me butterflies, spread like a butter knife
See me with my other bitch, then I had another bitch
Thought I lived a double life
I think she in love with me
Pussy be lovely, shawty got double D's
Shawty wear double G, shawty wear double C
Shawty wanna fuck with me, seen my jewelry
Got hot like a cup of tea, I'ma hit the buzzer b
Buzz like a buzzin' bee, bitches know family first
See what my cousin need, you wanna go overseas
Sent him a couple G's, sent him a couple P's
Tried to take him off the streets but he love the streets
Like he don't believe in me, like he don't trust in me
Gotta call OG, see what my brother need
We know what these bitches want, we know what these bitches want
Bitches want munna, keep it a hunna
Keep it a thousand, countin' them hunnas
She ate my cucumber, for a blue bumma
That's a blue hunna, one thing about me
I'ma get munna
I'ma get money forever (Money forever)
I'ma get bitches forever
I change a bitch like the weather (Like the weather)
Babygirl sent me a letter
Girl, we ain't get rich together (Get rich together)
How you expect me to get ya? (How you expect me to get ya?)
Anything up in the night (Anything up in the night)
Pull up wherever, wheneva
I got swag
Shitted on 'em and don't feel bad
I change bitches like the forecast, for-or-orecast
Fuck these bitches, I need more cash
I'm from the South Side, I'm from the South Side
When I was 'bout five, we had moved somewhere
Out in the suburbs, now I'm on the outside
I was so unsure, had me so fuckin' scared
So I changed the forecast, I made the sun burst
Now I'm like "What's the word?"
Here go another blurb
Still in the suburb and it's like Another Earth
First we was Homewood then we had to Flossmoor
Before I was Lakeshore, I came in offshore
Remember my first time, I was a sophomore
She made that (Ass clap), I want an encore
Baby don't play with me, you know I played all sports
And I don't got no type, I fuck with all sorts
I'm on a golf course but this ain't a par four
I'm at the spring show but I'm in the fall shorts
FARADA I'm all yours, FARADA I'm all yours
Aye, I'm in that plain Jane, I'm in that rain-rain
I'm in that lane-lane, I'm in that Bang-Bang
I was like bay-bay (What do ya say-say?)
My sister did Disney, now I feel like Ray J
If you getting paid then nigga we on the same page
'Cause I'm from the part of the city
Where niggas get jiggy and bitches get pretty
But still got the glizzy, I know that you miss me
You know I been busy but don't you forget me
I did it like Britney, I'm wit' it like Whitney
You gotta forgive me (You gotta forgive me)
That money gon' get me
That money gon' get me (I'ma get munna)
That money gon' get me
I'ma get money forever
I'ma get bitches forever
I change a bitch like the weather
Babygirl sent me a letter (Naw Naw)
Girl, we ain't get rich together (Naw)
But we still got together (How you expect me to get ya?)
Anything up in the night (Anything up in the night)
Pull up wherever, wheneva
I got swag (I got swag)
Shitted on 'em and don't feel bad (Don't feel bad)
I change bitches like the forecast, for-or-orecast
Fuck these bitches, I need more cash
Shut the fuck up