Lyrical Breakdown of Real Sisters - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Future feat. Zaytoven weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Real Sisters" 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 Future feat. Zaytoven 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 Future feat. Zaytoven's narrative.

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This that new wave Future Hendrix Say you getting throwed I'm tryna pour up with you Oh, that's your best friend? I'm tryna fuck her with you First met the bitch, they said they real sisters I don't give a fuck if they was real sisters Fuck around with me, you tryna dodge bullets Serving packs of chickens in a Dodge Hemi Fuck around with me, you tryna dodge bullets Fuck around with me, I fuck twin sisters Whipping up a key, tryna dodge prison Trapping in the street, in some Margiela's Players turn to fiends with that Godzilla Sell that heroin in the trap, I'm a dog, nigga Black Amigo Gang, got them bales on us Way before the fame, I had a bale on me 20, 000 off a juug, ain't got a scale on me Real shooters, they'll sit in jail for me Kill the judge, nigga, before they tell on me And fuck the plug, nigga, I'm tryna take something Finesse'd 'em out that cash, say he raped something I'm in Lil' Mexico, we 'bout to take something Say you getting throwed I'm tryna pour up with you Oh, that's your best friend? I'm tryna fuck her with you First met the bitch, they said they real sisters I don't give a fuck if they was real sisters Fuck around with me, you tryna dodge bullets Serving packs of chickens in a Dodge Hemi Fuck around with me, you tryna dodge bullets Fuck around with me, I fuck twin sisters Hublot on a nigga, so she down for me Standing on the stage with them rounds on me I sell a lot of chickens and I'm innocent I'm riding with that white, dodging penitentiary Middle fingers always to the popo I done fell in love with the Lambo I been taking Molly, rockin' Tommy Tom Ford, nigga, walking like a zombie Standing in the trenches screaming, "murder!" You need to take that nigga off and try to serve 'em She got Chanel dripping off her, I'm 'bout to murk her And I can tell the way she talk, that bitch thirsty Say you getting throwed I'm tryna pour up with you Oh, that's your best friend? I'm tryna fuck her with you First met the bitch, they said they real sisters I don't give a fuck if they was real sisters Fuck around with me, you tryna dodge bullets Serving packs of chickens in a Dodge Hemi Fuck around with me, you tryna dodge bullets Fuck around with me, I fuck twin sisters End