Lyrical Breakdown of Relocate - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Relocate" 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 "Relocate" 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.
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You know, I think more than me
Because he did a lotta really nice, generous things for me
Like, he bought me a house, you know, cars
And paid off my student loans and, you know, all kinds of stuff
And he'd just be like, "Okay", he didn't care
He-he just didn't care about stuff like that
When he came to see the house, he was like
"Oh, this is like the places you used to take me
I'm glad you like your house"
Did it on my own, I'ma do my own thing
Put my mama in a mansion, had to relocate
'Member playin' hide-and-seek in a crawl space
Now I could play it in a 16 room by the lake
Real estate is an investment, house is in the A
Try to block me from my blessin', get shot in the face
With a .40 Smith & Wesson, I'm a fool with the aim, aim
Hangin' out the window screamin', "Gang, gang" (gang)
Don't talk about it, be about it at yo' place of residence
And we got the whole shit surrounded, it's obvious, it's evident
Ain't nobody better than us, yeah
Better than us, be-better than us, yeah, huh
Cowboy gun tucked, load it up, buck him
Chopper like nun-chucks, use it like Chuck 'nem
Child's Play, psycho since a shorty like Chuck 'nem
Broad day, walkin' in your house, no Russian (ayy)
Two-face, niggas nowadays, I don't trust them
Behind yo' back, plannin' yo' attack, that's yo' brother
Knife through yo' back, but you feel the pain in your cardiac
It hurt when your day ones change like no other
Snakes in the grass, they gon' be there forever
Third eye open, I'ma see 'em forever
I'm winnin' over time, so I'm fine
Real day ones, no peons on this side
Did it on my own, I'ma do my own thing
Put my mama in a mansion, had to relocate
'Member playin' hide-and-seek in a crawl space
Now I could play it in a 16 room by the lake
Real estate is an investment, house is in the A
Try to block me from my blessin', get shot in the face
With a .40 Smith & Wesson, I'm a fool with the aim, aim
Hangin' out the window screamin', "Gang, gang" (gang)
It's funny how they think they can't bleed
If that's true, then take these .223's and let's see (brrt, brrt)
Do what you wanna, if you got the money
Just pray that your niggas remain ten toes down
Through all the shit, through all the hits
Through all the misses, through all the differences
We all different, only God knows, he's omniscient
Nigga, I know, I'm the shit, so I don't let a fuck nigga catch me slippin'
Ridin' 'round with my clique (oh, yeah)
Now if you take the L, you took and add it to it, bitch, we lit
I'm thankin' God, I'm not sellin' no bricks
If it's ever a problem, I'ma call up the problem solvers
They pull up and put a hole in your wig
Yeah, you and yo' friends, you kill our vibe, we kill yo' man's
Damn that, we gon' spray the whole scene then slide back
I just spend the whole thing on a Chanel bag
But it still ain't put a dent in my stack, oh-oh
Oh-oh (oh-oh)
Oh-oh (oh-oh)
Oh-oh, oh (oh-oh, oh)
Did it on my own, I'ma do my own thing
Put my mama in a mansion, had to relocate
'Member playin' hide-and-seek in a crawl space
Now I could play it in a 16 room by the lake
Real estate is an investment, house is in the A
Try to block me from my blessin', get shot in the face
With a .40 Smith & Wesson, I'm a fool with the aim, aim
Hangin' out the window screamin', "Gang, gang"