Lyrical Breakdown of Trust No One - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Trust No One" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Jeezy weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Trust No One" 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 Jeezy employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Friday night I'm on Poplar Street, posted on the block
Hustlin' on an empty stomach, in my pocket got a knot
Quarter in the bushes, eight-ball in my socks
First I heard a boom, then I heard a pop
That's how niggas get killed, nigga, I ain't trustin' no one
36 for 24, them .9's is for the 41
And if a nigga want a split, I slice it like the Shogun
Nigga bought a O, I front an O and now he owe one
Marcus Clemons told me, "Don't take no shit from no one"
Now I'm on my way to middle school, and I forgot my ruler
He was arguin' with a junkie, two shots in the medulla
Now I'm gettin' off the school bus, my homie ju' got murdered
And I ju' wanna go to Dairy Queen and get a burger
I know what you thinkin', my heart colder than a blizzard
And now I'm makin' rocks disappear just like a wizard
Tha-that's when I dropped that box green Chevy, call it lizard
Now I'm in the mac with my homegirl, let's call her peaches
Them bricks was for the 28, back then I called 'em features
Now she vouchin' for her baby daddy, let's just call him J3
I was chillin' on auntie front porch, me and J Leach
She said, "Shit rough right now, he need a four way"
My conscious tellin' me I shouldn't trust that nigga no way
Gangsta Kell' hit my line, he said he need a H-town
Last thing that I heard, he went to get some weed in H-Town
Didn't go how he planned it, yeah, them eses must've played him
Contemplatin' robbin' me, he thinkin' my bread gon' save him
Met him on the eastside, he flexed me with some singles
Big bills on the outside, you know ju' like some Pringles
Cut him off in traffic, then he jumped off on the highway
Sent a couple shots before he tried to send some my way
Rather be on white sand beaches bumpin' Sade
Or at the St. Regis Bal Harbour in the lobby
That's-that's how niggas get killed, nigga, I ain't trustin' no one
36 for 24, them .9's is for the 41
And if a nigga want a split, I slice it like the Shogun
Nigga bought a O, I front an O and now he owe one
That's how niggas get killed, nigga, I ain't trustin' no one
36 for 24, them .9's is for the 41
And if a nigga want a split, I slice it like the Shogun
Nigga bought a O, I front an O and now he owe one
Nigga bought a O, I front an O and now he owe one
That's-that's-that's how niggas get killed, nigga, I ain't trustin' no one