Lyrical Breakdown of Tell a Friend - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Tell a Friend" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Freddie Gibbs weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Tell a Friend" 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 Freddie Gibbs 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 Freddie Gibbs's narrative.
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Thug nigga til the end tell a friend bitch
Won't change for no paper plus I been rich
Yeah, shout out to the East New York
I've been on my grind
But the dope price is so high
Put my brother through college off
This ski mask shit
Told him while he was in class I'm
With smokers lighting up glass dicks
My white girl in the 'burbs
She like to shoot up
Escaping the perfect life in the
Apparent way she grew up
I thought that our only mission on
Earth was getting our loot up
But in the pursuit of happiness
Parasites could pollute us
Hard times part time jobs can't pay my
Gas bill light bill niggas wanna take mine
Life in the streets over gold and chrome feet
Police looking but I'm cooking
Ducking bullets all week
Got a freak I bag my dope at her apartment
Fight and got hot cause her baby
Daddy like to start shit
Knowing the whips get spray Mac-11, AK
I'm spittin on your grave 'cause my
Grand mama raised a thug nigga, bitch
Thug nigga til the end tell a friend bitch
Won't change for no paper plus I been rich
Lord forgive em
He got them dark forces in em
Front lawn got Porsches parked in it
On it rimmed it up
This is the business of owners
Lifers, loners
Rolling cones on the cover of
The rolling stone good morning
Toke up as soon as we woke up
Kurb check my low rider
And I spring my spokes up so
I'm in the leisure so folk
Sixty lexes on the set of loafers
Smashing all them cockroaches on the corner
Stomp a mud hole in the big
Bitch look at me kodak moment
Smoking one for Pimp C send Bun B a tweet
Telling me and Gangsta Gibbs will
Be in Texas next week
Tell a man with the plants bring
A bag to the suite i got a plan to get this
Cash homes this nigga be sweet
Got a cam in my motor then ran niggas over
To get to that paper I'm sure
You friends done told you