Lyrical Breakdown of For The Family - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Fabolous weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "For The Family" 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 Fabolous 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 Fabolous's narrative.

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Some niggas call shots, some call the feds They say the ones close'll push you when you're on the edge Grew up on a pissy mattress, never had a water bed Screamin' fuck the board of ed, too busy chasin' corner bread Bathroom baggin' up for an hour long To play it off, man I had to turn the shower on Comin' up with baggies and a towel on Only if mama knew the type of shit I was on I really know hustlers, dope and coke jugglers You'll never get rich surrounded by broke customers You gotta learn to maneuver through the tight spots Dirty bike cops keep searchin' a nigga Nike socks I had to switch the stash up cause they might watch Everything done is a fact soon as the dice drop You get the strip jumpin', start off with six onions I'm fence jumpin' before the dog come sniff somethin' Got a bunch of jail niggas talkin' on my Sprint fussin' Besides the money and bitches you ain't miss nothin' The love overpower the hate The drugs overpower the plate I baby blue powdered the Wraith Gold Rollie, a bunch of diamonds overcrowded the face Never worried, I'm with my jewelry in and out of the state Road trips, I fuck with foreign them, the Impala was safe And if you seen it how I seen it then you gotta relate It's Don Uh I was raised where it's cold at The presidential was plain till game froze that OxyContin and Molly I really sold that All black, the scheme matchin' my Bo Jacks You seein' there ain't no paper here so where the coke at Took a trip to Texas, brought lean back like Joe Crack Couldn't give my uncle no money cause he would smoke that The 'Gram got him thirsty for pictures so they could post that niggas crowdin' my section like "where the hoes at?" I'm in Bergdorf Goodman blowin' this feature paper Floatin' up st Ave knockin' Anita Baker Givenchy T for the ape rottweiler Crown Five, whole dinner cost me like dollars In the zone playin' The Commission off of Shyne album The shit they be rappin' out be make believe Outside pumpin' and it was degrees Blunted off an th of green Before the sour came, before niggas was drinkin' lean Avirex leathers some niggas listened to Tracey Lee I'm prolly with a chick that look like Amerie ' crocodile Mauries I had the gators green My cousin said we the best traffickin' major keys Before Meek was reppin' Dream Chasers I tried to chase a dream Christian Dior cover my eyelids Ask my nigga Don who got the raw up in Highbridge Nothin' to eat, embarrassed to open my fridge Jigga on repeat as I think about it, can I live? Look, I'm tryna grab a Dame and Dash get back on the Freeway Shawty went to Memphis, brought it back up to BK Hard knock life, Bentley back to the PJs The feds ain't got a clue like they lackin' a DJ Rock chains round here they'll get you for real Put that Mac to your Beanie just to get to A Mil See I was Young poppin' Cris underneath the big homies Rappin' and trappin', tryna do it B.I.G.'s homie Yeah I put my pay on Birks Shit I even bought a watch, a little plain jawn first Looked at hers, looked at mine, said this ain't gon' work So I threw diamonds up in it like a Jay concert And told her "hold it down and I just might bae you" You been around since I was choppin' up the Ye samples Fuck the streets all I want is State Property And make sure I break off the niggas that hate properly And don't let them Jones'll talk about the gemstones We don't Just Blaze we blow 'em out of they Timbos They gon' whisper like Keak Da Sneak That Patek Philipe,: Freaky Zeke But enough about the jewels every summer we jam on 'em And they take shots when you pullin' out the Lamb' on 'em Oh you mad? Know I had the Cam on 'em Set of Diplomat plates for the fam on 'em Yeah