Lyrical Breakdown of Just Da Other Day - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how JID weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Just Da Other Day" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Just the other day, it was a just dream to make it Just the other day, that same dream, they tried to take it Just the other day, all you wanna do is see 'em be great Just the other day, they look you in your face, eyes full of hate (Bobby Kritical) Just the other day I was goddamn broke You got a five, I got a five, let's smoke Just the other day I was running from them folks Like (woah, woah) nigga you too slow Just the other day I was telling all my bros (Woah, woah) nigga, it's time to go (woah, woah) Just the other day I was goddamn broke Just the other day I was, yeah Just other day I was broke as a bitch Walking to work in the hot sun, so-soaking it in I never been a dope man, but I'm the dopest of man Buying some smoke from the dude with the dope Throw five, four-point-five, so on, so forth I'm tryna get my fucking goals, not Goyard Paying for the lawyers, get my bros out the courtyard 'Cause I got the ear for the flows, not Mozart, but damn a nigga go hardSE Put me on a postcard or miss me 'til the show start My niggas got a Benz and he push it like a go-cart Tryna get one of them, but my aunts like, "Don't start The bullshit again 'fore you end up a broke boy again" So don't pretend Oh we remember, last September, like the coldest winter Man, I really had to show these niggas I owe these niggas a throat slit, know me nigga Just the other day I was goddamn broke You got a five, I got a five, let's smoke Just the other day I was running from them folks Like (woah, woah) nigga you too slow Just the other day I was telling all my bros (Woah, woah) nigga, it's time to go (woah, woah) Just the other day I was goddamn broke Just the other day I was, yeah Today, today, I woke up like this My girl on my left, no watch on my wrist Some rings on my fist, what we did last night? Damn Was it a hurricane in here last night? It would appear that something sexual or severe happened Being that I see liquor and beer, weed People still in the living room sleep Come and see, huh She say, "I'm dizzy," don't wanna move, just wanna lay under me Honestly, I know that just the other day you was goddamn broke Watch outside, that nigga shot them folks Glock in ya ride, you gotta watch them folks And the cops be wilding, we ain't even provoke 'em I remember being broker than I is right now Tryna find a place to live, shit I'm is right now In doubt of my next move, get a pill, bite down, find focus I grab pen, it was poetry in motion Not the same for many folks, different strokes Colloquialism, idiot vision, y'all seen I was doing the most Definite dope, it's on the scene, not in need of a vote Repping the city, what's ya team, nigga? Fuck 'em East Atlanta king and I mean every letter But when I'm good, I'm good, when I'm bad, I'm better The man of the method, it's a method to the madness I'm stepping in my bag with the cannon, step back Repping the city, showing love that I don't ever get back But that's the plight of a player, plot an attack and rocking and rapping Rippin' rappers off of the fuckin' map, suckers suffering, succotash I need that Mark Zucker bag, Zuckerberg Hovercraft flows, I don't fuck with that, bullshit below From the ceiling to the floor, full schizo for the dough Dual pistol, but I know I'm planting seeds so they can grow But if they don't, then I don't know But all I know is, nigga Just the other day I was goddamn broke You got a five, I got a five, let's smoke Just the other day I was running from them folks Like (woah, woah) nigga you too slow Just the other day I was telling all my bros (Woah, woah) nigga, it's time to go (woah, woah) Just the other day I was goddamn broke Just the other day I was, yeah