Lyrical Breakdown of Hardly - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Hardly" 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 "Hardly" 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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I remember it was New Year's You was in the studio when I did "Chosen One", my nigga Double D was there I started sayin', "Louis V chinchilla," 'cause he had the chinchilla on and shit For real, you know what I'm sayin'? This that Super Future, Fire Marshall Future, Future Hendrix You know, the Wizard, you understand me? You dig? You dig what I'm sayin', man? Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly forget anything Know I hardly forget anything, you know, ayy Gutter nigga 'til the dirt Margiela my fur Almost overdosin' on Percs Wakin' up, drinkin' that syrup Bentley Spur with the curtains Balenciagas my proteges I wear them shits like Michael J's Wash the molly down with champagne Wash the Xanny down with syrup, yeah Hope it take away all this damn pain Hope it take away all this damn pain Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly forget anything Know I hardly forget anything, you know, ayy Crack in the bushes, I'm tryna buy me a new '88 Cutlass Supreme Every day hustlin', I gotta go get it I gotta get Wu-Tang, man, gotta get cream Long as they print it, my niggas gon' get it All of my love, I gave it to my city All of that game you gave me, can't forget it All that finesse you gave me, ain't forget it I turned the whole world up, now they wanna treat me like an outcast or somethin' These niggas so broke, instead of go and get it, they'd rather go ask for somethin' Remember them days I had to load it up and put on my mask for somethin' Remember we juuged for somethin' Remember we take for somethin', yeah, yeah I spent three stacks on these Rick Owens, I try my best to forget it I pour my life inside these poems, my whole soul and my spirit I'm easily agitated, get intoxicated, tryna fight the demons Tryna find right and my wrong, hope my legacy live on Hope my legacy live on That's why I wrote this song I ain't have to write this song Future Hendrix is forever Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly forget anything Know I hardly forget anything, you know