Lyrical Breakdown of What It Was - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "What It Was" 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 "What It Was" 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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Ayy, yeah I sip out the cup, it ain't driving me crazy This shit I took up, it ain't making me lazy I pop me one up and I keep going crazy I'm filling it up and I keep going brazy Man, I'm just a hood baby I done came out the gutter, I came out the streets Got my dawg off the leash, got a cutter on me I been drinking on mud and they crucified me But I'm staying a thug, yeah Stepping in Gucci, I'm stayin' down ten toes, yeah I came from the dirty, I'm turning it all into gold Anytime you come from out of the trenches You get it, you go and get paid Had to go out and take it and stood in the rain for it, yeah I done put them diamonds in my ring Had to put my niggas on game Ain't never gon' change up I'm going out the same Hit the bullseye I been down bad in the field with no cliques, barely gettin' bye Came up from nothin' and when I progressed My nigga can't look at my eyes Like they don't feel my pain no more All them times I was broke Had to go on them licks, man, you forgot it Made a nigga heart more cold I done missed out on love, yeah, it could be the drugs, yeah Gettin' it in, I'm a hood baby, maybe that's what it was Bitch I could get down, you know what I does My dead presidents in quarantine Have a trap on Conley cooking nosebleed They can try my role, watch the souls bleed Make 'em run it up like where the dope be They respected the bosses, I came up Never gon' change and that's what they told you He talking tough but I ain't going Nothing but paper cuts is what I'm showin' I'm just a hood baby, baby, that's what it was I done came out the gutter, I came out the streets Got my dawg off the leash, got the cutter on me I been drinking on mud and they crucified me But I'm staying a thug, yeah Stepping in Gucci, I'm stayin' down ten toes, yeah I came from the dirty, I'm turning it all into gold Anytime you come from out of the trenches You get it, you go and get paid Had to go out and take it and stood in the rain for it, yeah I done put them diamonds in my ring Had to put my niggas on game Ain't never gon' change up I'm going out the same I can't change lanes Maybe that's why my chain swing We don't accept shit from no lame Went and bossed up a no name Made a couple thousand, these cold case Sipping syrup in the pouring rain Remain the same when the hoes came Fuck the bitch, crashed her love lane How you steady spinnin' with no aim? My lil' catching charges from dodging these cops in the projects I'm straight from the 'partments I had niggas wanna see me down They couldn't wait to conversate that topic Rolling Loud, had the tool on me, had the shooters rolling up exotic Don't say you love me 'cause I doubt it It's just your vibe, I don't feel you 'round me Came out a stomach to a star Took the Bentaga to the Mars Whipped up the first five jobs Came from the dirt with scars Trap me good before I trap me a slut Geeking off raw no cuts Popped the first 22 in the cut Jumped out the roof with a bust I done came out the gutter, I came out the streets Got my dawg off the leash, got the cutter on me I been drinking on mud and they crucified me But I'm staying a thug, yeah Stepping in Gucci, I'm stayin' down ten toes, yeah I came from the dirty, I'm turning it all into gold Anytime you come from out of the trenches You get it, you go and get paid Had to go out and take it and stood in the rain for it, yeah I done put them diamonds in my ring Had to put my niggas on game Ain't never gon' change up All them times I was broke, had to go on them licks, man, you forgot it Made a nigga heart more cold I done missed out on love, yeah, it could be the drugs, yeah Gettin' it in, I'm a hood baby, maybe that's what it was, yeah