Lyrical Breakdown of All My Life (In the Ghetto) [feat. Lil Wayne & Will.I.Am] - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "All My Life (In the Ghetto) [feat. Lil Wayne & Will.I.Am]" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Jay Rock weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "All My Life (In the Ghetto) [feat. Lil Wayne & Will.I.Am]" 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 Jay Rock 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 Jay Rock's narrative.

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The ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto The ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto Oh my, oh Oh my, oh I was on the block right, wasn't in my right mind Just a young nigga, hustlin', tryna get mines Movin' with the 9 double M Niggas like "You don't really wanna fuck with him" Yeah, young teenager, 'fatuated with paper Yeah, I had to get it, 'cause mama, she wasn't able Black and white TV set, no cable 40's in the fridge, chicken noodles on the table I wasn't born with a silver spoon Child of the ghetto, raised off a different tune Watchin' Bob Barker in my living room If "The Price Was Right", I could get you a whole living room Yeah, them was my gutter ways Back in the gutter days, no education, but the gutter pays Through it all, came a long way From sellin' the yay', fist fights to gunplay In the ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto G-ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto I comes from the bottom but now I'm on top Ain't no one stop me, yo I comes from the ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto Where all of my niggas, where all of my niggas And all of my niggas will roll up in the spot And get ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto Yeah, times is hard as it is That's why I got guns, and my guns got kids That's why I be goin' so tough on them hoes I play my own hand, I don't shuffle or fold Fuck with a nigga, let's go fuck with some hoes Hear them bitches screamin' like they stuck in a hole I am not a demon, but was once a lost soul 'Til I found myself a block away from the crossroad I have, outgrown the fishbowl And now I'm on my feet like a fuckin' insole Yeah, it may hurt like a fuckin' lymph node But it's "fuck the world" like a fuckin' nympho And we spend dough 'cause we make more And I make sure when I say so It's Jay Rock and Wheezy, need I say more? Clothesline the beat, Ted DiBiase flow In the ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto G-ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto I comes from the bottom but now I'm on top Ain't no one stop me, yo I comes from the ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto Where all of my niggas, where all of my niggas And all of my niggas will roll up in the spot And get ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto Jay Rock, still that same OG I ain't tryna see the grave or the penitentiary Everyday living, tryna stay on my feet Even though a nigga paid but my heart in the streets To my dogs, I'm a beast, go hard on these beats So my family can eat, I'll be damned if I see no income Here come Jay Rock, they know Crack music, drug kingpin flow, oh Kingpin, ho (yeah), need I say more? (Yeah) Your family could die when I say go (go) Green light, green light, what ya green like? Before you sign me up, get the scene right And I just hop in the Phantom when I'm feelin' nice 'Cause drivin' slow in the Lamb', it doesn't seem right Yeah, and I remember them long nights Livin' the wrong life, but I made that wrong right, Wheezy All the struggling All it does is keep my hustling Oh my, my In the ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto G-ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto I comes from the bottom but now I'm on top Ain't no one stop me, yo I comes from the ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto Where all of my niggas, where all of my niggas And all of my niggas will roll up in the spot And get ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto Get ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto G-ghetto, ghetto, g-ghetto I comes from the bottom but now I'm on top Ain't nothin' gon' stop me, yo All the struggling All it does is keep my hustling Oh my, oh Oh my