Lyrical Breakdown of Broke and Stupid - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Broke and Stupid" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Joyner Lucas weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Broke and Stupid" 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 Joyner Lucas 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 Joyner Lucas's narrative.

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First, we're affected by what we know When I talk to the kids in high school classes, college classes That's the first thing I tell 'em Get the information while you're here right Nothing worse than being stupid when you get out of school So get the information, being broke is bad But being stupid is what's really bad And what's really-really bad is being broke and stupid Uh, this the shit I dreamed about when I was only four Sugar, water, mac and cheese, we were broke and poor (Yeah) Court evictions, landlords never show remorse Now I'm in the building, when they greet me, they gon' hold the door (Yeah) I never needed your acceptance, this is my destin I made devil's work and turned it into God's blessings Can't knock me off the block, this is not Tetris Life lessons, I learned tables turn, that's my assessment They told me to be patient but I need to flex (Woo) I'm so famous, I could finally hit JAY-Z direct (Yeah) I might hit up Drake, and tell him to send me the jet I might drink Cîroc with Puff, if he send me a check (Word) Lot of squares in my family, I could see the stress Bunch of crabs in the bucket tryna eat my flesh I ain't nothing like you niggas, I don't even rest I don't sleep until I see success, I wish you the best (Joyner) I ain't on no hating shit, I just want to get rich (Word) I don't do relationships, I don't want to commit Lot of bitches did me dirty, ain't talked to me since And now I'm insecure, closed off, but that's hard to admit (Word) I'm just thinking about the days you were making me jealous Can't rain on my parade, when I'm made of umbrellas (Woo) Fuck it, they don't faze me, I don't stay in my feelings Thought money would change me but it changed all my niggas (Facts) I just bought a Lamborghini and painted the ceiling I ain't bragging, I'm just happy I made me a million ADHD, I was slow, now they label me brilliant I'm proud of niggas like HOV, he made him a billion (Yeah) I hope I never go broke, tryna break through the ceilings Fifty thousand on the low, I might make an appearance (Yeah) This that shit that made them kids run away from they parents Nigga, I'm breaking your spirit (Woo) I told myself, "If I go out, then I'ma light my wrist" (Boom) If I die today, I'm happy for the life I live (Blah, blah) And my son is only three, he be like, "Mama rich" Told him, "Go outside to play, just be inside by six" (Ayy) I done made my niggas proud, ye ain't gotta love me (Good) Give a fuck about your opinion, only God could judge me (Blah, blah) I don't even write on paper, I just write on Tully (Woo) I'ma hire an assistant to make her write it for me (Ayy) This is me against the world, that's the mood I'm in (Goddamn) Hop up out the fucking pussy like I'm new again (Woo) I remember they was calling me a hooligan In special education, I just might go back to school again (Woah) Only hit it once, then I make her leave (Woo, woo) We ain't cuddling, I need some space to breathe (Woo, woo) If she fuck me good, I let her stay to three (Woo, woo) No I'm not your man but we can make believe Okay, you got a ass, that don't mean a thing to me Stop acting like a brat, bitch I ain't Jermaine Dupri (Woo) These pussy niggas talkin' 'bout what they gon' say to me And they gon' beat me up, I told 'em that's some shit I'd pay to see (Stupid) And what's really-really bad is being broke and stupid Nothing much worse than that unless you're sick Like sick, broke and stupid That's about as far as you can fall unless you're ugly, right? But surely that would be the ultimate, right? The ultimate negative life; ugly, sick, broke and stupid I turned my life into a movie, bitch I think I rock (Yeah) I can't even wear my jewelry now, they think I'm cocky (Ayy, ayy) I know that I got myself if I ain't got nobody (Buh, buh) Just bought a pistol, I just hope that it ain't got no bodies (Brat) You gon' have to pay the price, if you get wishy washy (Woo) This a Talladega Night, I think I'm Ricky Bobby (Bah, bah) My advice, quit the music, get a different hobby All you lil' niggas sound the same, just a different copy (Woah) And I bow my head and pray for this (Woo, woo) Yeah, I spill my guts and made a mess (Woo, woo) Shit, I ran on Mars and made a wish Yeah, I stand on cars like Jaden Smith (Yeah) And I ball so hard, I sprain my wrist (Bah) If I shoot it, then I ain't gon' miss Loyal nigga so I ain't gon' switch (Woo) Blew my money at the strippy, it don't make no sense Broke and stupid, shit will never be the same again And what's really-really bad is being broke and stupid (Stupid, stupid)