Lyrical Breakdown of Realer N Realer - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Realer N Realer" 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 "Realer N Realer" 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 like to do what I wanna do I like to play with these bands I got the money and fame now, my family don't understand Wheezy outta here Shit getting realer and realer, uh Came up on a couple of million, uh I ain't 'bout status and billions Look at my money, it tripled Shit getting realer and realer, uh I lost my bro to the system, uh I lost my bro to a pistol, uh They tried to take me with him, uh I can't go for that, no, no I stay with killers every day Keep a 40, it's hungry I turn yo block to a buffet Yeah, I spend a lot Balenciaga jacket, Dior shades I got a lean stain on it, I'ma give it to my maid Uh, people love to talk about the money that they make Nobody wanna talk about the money that they save Who am I to talk about it? I blow money every day 'Cause I know when you die, you can't take the shit to your grave Gucci and Louis shoes everywhere, I don't got no closet space Versace drawers, my underwear cost what you make in a week Uh, big shit, expensive shit, all that shit 12 gauge, hit him, he'll do backflips 40 hit him and he Michael Jackson Uh, big shit, expensive shit, all that shit Only wanna fuck one time baby, I'm on the fall back shit Matter fact, you wanna fuck her But you on the call back list But if I hit it already, chances are I ain't gonna call back, bitch Shit getting realer and realer, uh Came up on a couple of million, uh I ain't 'bout status and billions Look at my money, it tripled Shit getting realer and realer, uh I lost my bro to the system, uh I lost my bro to a pistol, uh They tried to take me with him, uh I can't go for that, no, no I stay with killers every day Keep a 40, it's hungry I turn yo Glock to a buffet Yeah, I spend a lot Balenciaga jacket, Dior shades I got a lean stain on it, I'ma give it to my maid All these tennis chains on, I kinda feel like a slave Bitch got a cum stain on my Gucci shirt, I threw it away I'm so proud of you, I'm higher than you I take that to the grave Having a thrill off these pills I go OD any day Shit getting realer and triller, I came up on a lotta M's Gotta pop on the opps, we shooting out soon as we see 'em I been on the G6's, gon' very hard to see him I turned a stripper to a maid, bringing magic to the crib 7 carats on my ring, 87 carats on my ears Chopper going off like, "ring, ring" Got P and crack, yeah I got Céline and codeine I'm going outta here Got more hoes than Yeezy clothes, they put up like souvenirs Shit getting realer and realer, uh Came up on a couple of million, uh I ain't 'bout status and billions Look at my money, it tripled Shit getting realer and realer, uh I lost my bro to the system, uh I lost my bro to a pistol, uh They tried to take me with him, uh I can't go for that, no, no I stay with killers every day Keep a 40, it's hungry I turn yo block to a buffet Yeah, I spend a lot Balenciaga jacket, Dior shades I got a lean stain on it, I'ma give it to my maid