Lyrical Breakdown of Best Believe - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Juice Wrld weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Best Believe" 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 Juice Wrld 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 Juice Wrld's narrative.

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This motherfucking [?] You best believe me (Sheesh) Nigga, you best believe me Hit-Boy Woo, [?] Best believe me, uh You can catch me stunting on your TV, uh VVS's on me like an ICEE, uh She gon' eat my children just like ice cream, uh Niggas out of date, they look like Ice-T, uh You can catch me stunting on your TV, yuh AP skeleton like an ICEE, yuh Ran out of sprite for the codeine, hm, yeah So I dropped a six in the Hi-C Whippin' a bowl, live on the stove, I don't gotta do that no more Keep a pole, don't trust no soul, I'ma still do that for sure 'Cause these niggas be watchin' and plottin' Lord help the nigga that decide he wanna rob me Aw, shoot his face off Whip it while she suck me, I got two rocks off I don't wanna deal with you, I'ma throw you to the squad Say you with No Limit then we send you up to God We done did that a few times (Okay) That's your lil' bitch? Well, I done hit that a few times (Okay) You know it though 'cause we been through this a few times (Okay, okay) You say it's on sight (Uh-huh) I watched you text me that, just caught you at a red light Best believe me, uh You can catch me stunting on your TV, uh VVS's on me like an ICEE, uh She gon' eat my children just like ice cream, uh Niggas out of date, they look like Ice-T, uh You can catch me stunting on your TV, yuh AP skeleton like an ICEE, yuh Ran out of sprite for the codeine, hm, yeah So I dropped a six in the Hi-C I been sippin' lean like Breezy (Okay) I been drivin' all these bad hoes crazy Have a baby in a black Mercedes (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Jizzin' in that bitch Mercedes Whoa, bickin' back being bool with my goons (Slatt, slatt, slatt) I still see shadows in my room That's not from a ho though That's from the Percs, mixin' that with the cough syrup Pour like four more (Okay), fuck your bitch, promo (Ayy) Stick on me got a dick in it, that's an extra, no homo (Ayy) You and your niggas are broke, washed up, K-Ci & JoJo All of my niggas stay Glocked up, catch a body they won't get locked up I been bodying these beats, monster Every day getting to the commas Every day, every day, nigga, every day I been countin' all guap up My brother just got a new bitch Kel-Tec can't wait to use it Kel-Tec, the real Tec, Hi-Tech red, I'ma pour my shit Best believe me, uh You can catch me stunting on your TV, uh VVS's on me like an ICEE, uh She gon' eat my children just like ice cream, uh Niggas out of date, they look like Ice-T, uh You can catch me stunting on your TV, yuh AP skeleton like an ICEE, yuh Ran out of sprite for the codeine, hm, yeah So I dropped a six in the Hi-C I been sippin' lean like Breezy I been drivin' all these bad hoes crazy Have a baby in a black Mercedes Jizzin' in that bitch Mercedes, woah Hit-Boy