Lyrical Breakdown of Everyday Hustle - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Everyday hustle like William Yeah Everyday hustle like William I'm charging a chicken just for the verse, yeah I get in that kitchen, I cook, go to work, I go berserk, yeah Go out and get it, secure the city, can't sink like the Titanic B!tch know I'm a Freeband bandit This paper coming to me twenty-four hours, I can't go to sleep I know the power of a dollar, tote fifty rounds at least Uh, she know I get money, she know (Know that sh!t) Soon as I up the score Just like double O Stay down with me or let me go Start the whip, I just lay closе And start me to whip up the floor She with mе, she down like the bros Holding me down like the chosen one Early in the morning (Go) Late up at night (Go) Just be precise (Just be precise) Got a pack for the flight (Got a pack) All I took was a nina (All I took) I show up in a beamer (I showed up) Smacking cougars like Trina (Smacking, smacking) Water flow, Aquafina (Water) Sing to me like Tina (Sing to me) Sipping dope out the liter Meditation off the kush (Kush) Drinking Hi-Tech and Trish New baguette, yo, check the 'fits out Soon as the b!tch check the Ritz out You down or you scared? (Scared) I knew she was just 'bout to say it (Just 'bout to say it) I break her a lil' bread Don't let that sh!t go to your head Huh Biggest (Maybach Music) Going broke, n!ggas in a panic Selling dope, n!gga send a pallet Young killers, city full of talent You testified, hate to see it happen New b!tch, never meet the parents Triple beam, I'ma keep it balanced Built a bunker real deep in Tampa Got two hundred cars, haters screaming, "Damn it" Baby mama still the biggest opp Team of shooters just to keep it locked Rolls-Royce, you can keep the top Bag of old money, love to see it rot Yellow b!tch, better keep her pampered Luther Campbell, I'm the new example Metro Boomin, time to cue the sample N!ggas moving bricks, then you can use the Phantom Black jet, I just flew to Texas Sipping Tuss', mama can't accept it Never seen me on ketamine, but for the real team, I can win a gamble In the cell on the cell phone How you selling dope when it smell wrong? Yeah Woah, woah Yeah, yeah, yeah Fighting for your life, spin by the hospital Bare-faced just like I'm lil' Critter Body snatchers, wig splitters, cap peelers, gravediggers, snake n!ggas Ain't nobody safe, n!gga Meet me at the nearest coke spot Middle of the slums, standing at the boat dock Loading up the cash, move it in the U-Haul Went inside my bag, went and took a roof off Crash dummy, going retarded, spending cash on it Smashing in a Demon, still'll smash a European Gold-digging b!tches, you can't tell a n!gga sh!t He just got his first wish, can't tell these lil' n!ggas sh!t Tryna put him on some game, you better put him on a hit Living in the trenches, it's survival of the fittest Thirty milligrams, n!ggas rather take the fent' N!ggas got it out the mud, it's codeine when you p!ss Drop a brick in the toilet, he ain't talking 'bout sh!t Drop a brick in the toilet, he ain't talking 'bout sh!t That sh!t don't pop in the hood, man You talking about the grimy n!gga in the hood? I don't know what lil', um, supposed to be hood you from But in the real hood, in America, that sh!t don't fly We don't listen to that bullsh!t, son