Lyrical Breakdown of Friendly - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Friendly" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Juelz Santana weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Friendly" 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 Juelz Santana 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 Juelz Santana's narrative.
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Stay down 'til I came up
Never changed up, never changed up
Mama made us, streets paid us
Billy Boy still throwing gang up
(Lambroghini doors make you think about suicide)
Opps play tough and got flamed up
Then getting money, still on the same stuff
It ain't my birthday but I'm caked up
Lambroghini doors make you think about suicide
Hit a lick with me, you better do or die
Tell her what it is even if it's true or not
And even when her sun don't shine, I'm still icy
And from my sweat to Louis Vs, it was Nike
You know this already, sorry if I was heavy
Fly to Bahamas, forty thousand to get on the jetty
Look at my watch, look at the time already, hop into the Bentley
Kick it with me, it could get messy, ballin' like Jimmy
I said kick it with me, it could get messy, ballin' like Jimmy
Hermes 'bout to hold up the grippy and Mary Stretchy
All she want is sipping from me, she don't wanna get me
Wasn't always rich, I remember my stomach empty
Sleeping in my Balmain jeans, I woke up, they was linty
Don't gotta say it, Jack, I'm the king of my city
And you can ask my nigga Fifty how-
Many men, huh, many men saw many niggas wanna catch me lackin'
Please-please, I don't wanna let this FN to squeeze
But if he sneeze, somebody gon' bless him
Oh, many men wish death 'pon me
She hit my other partner, I got rips on jeans
I spent six hundred thousand on a watch and two chains
Many-many-many, I'm sick of being friends
This for my niggas and them feds in the state yards
Still steppin' for my killas in the graveyards
I can't feel, put this burner where your face at
Erase that, test me, I'ma ace that, stay strapped
Try to count me out just to pay back
Leg hanging out the Maybach, I know they hate that
Mob shit, don't play with my steppas, you know they stomp shit
Explosive, R.I.P. Cain, we steady bombing
I pop shit back for what they owe me and it's my shit
Hot shit, you cannot control me, I'm a mosh pit
Got this, they try to lock me out but I'm a locksmith
Fly shit, no cop shit, play with me, we swap shit
Remind me, who want smoke? Tell 'em try me
I be getting that cheddar but I don't mind beef
Play with that chicken, we make nuggets, give him a nine-piece
Oh, that's your bitch? Well, she watching me like a timepiece
Motion, we in motion, picture me rolling
Loaded, locked and loaded, I'm always holding
Open, she bust it open so I dove in
Toast in, we always toast in to some more wins
Many men, huh, many men saw many niggas wanna catch me lackin'
Please-please, I don't wanna let this FN to squeeze
But if he sneeze, somebody gon' bless him
Oh, many men wish death 'pon me
She hit my other partner, I got rips on jeans
I spent six hundred thousand on a watch and two chains
Many-many-many, I'm sick of being friends