Lyrical Breakdown of Streets of B.R. - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Streets of B.R." on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Kevin Gates weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Streets of B.R." 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 Kevin Gates 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 Kevin Gates's narrative.
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The game on freeze
But I be trapping in and out it
You gotta believe
That there ain’t no other way around it
I can’t sleep but pray to God
That he find me the shit won’t cease
They say they found another body
In the streets of BR
It’s the hardest way of living
The good die young
And the others go to prison
In the streets of BR
Listen close and pay attention
The Church ain’t safe
So I ain’t looking for religion
In the streets of BR
Gripping this Mac 10 work for my workers
Helicopter circling prostitutes I
Be servin' em
Prosecuting Attorney want me dead
It ain’t like I ever did em shit
But kept my family fed - I bled
Police pulled me over but I fled
Ain’t no catching Gates
I’m working with a set of legs i stand still
I try to give you examples
Of how this man feel
If I don’t catch you and kill you
This other man will i got that tan still
Peanut butter ground ill
Let me catch your hand in my can
Here come the blam - ill
You steal a wallet or a purse
To satisfy the hunger of your pockets
Till they burst - it’s worse
My partner’s sister youngin like to flirt
An older nigga raped her
I could never know the hurt it hurts
It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts
It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts
The game on freeze
But I be trapping in and out it
You gotta believe
That there ain’t no other way around it
I can’t sleep but pray to God
That he find me the shit won’t cease
They say they found another body
In the streets of BR
It’s the hardest way of living
The good die young
And the others go to prison
In the streets of BR
Listen close and pay attention
The Church ain’t safe
So I ain’t looking for religion
In the streets of BR
I grip boulders to pitch to the real smokers
And buy stolen goods
From all of the deal holders food stamp card
Most of my meals’ frozen
Most of us deal dope
And all of us still tote it
Whoa hop out of the truck with the chopper
Make us spray rounds lay down
This is not a playground ya heard me
Kay sounds tell him I’m on my way 'round
Ya heard me i'm in all black
With the black mask and gloves
Double strap the tac
Go rrrr-at backin' 'em up line myself shells
Hell is where ya findin' em
Mine are to the streets
From the television monitor
First rule of the game no trust no love
If I could just remember
That touch I’d sing something
Passed by rocking that Gates
They mean mugging
You niggas don’t exist in the game
You mean nothin'
You niggas don’t exist in the game
You mean nothin'
The game on freeze
But I be trapping in and out it
You gotta believe
That there ain’t no other way around it
I can’t sleep but pray to God
That he find me the shit won’t cease
They say they found another body
In the streets of BR
It’s the hardest way of living
The good die young
And the others go to prison
In the streets of BR
Listen close and pay attention
The Church ain’t safe
So I ain’t looking for religion
In the streets of BR
Get away to a place where I’m good
Its raw women with AIDS
And they stay in my hood
To all niggas with braids
Got blazed where I stood
Small nigga with waves
Says Gates, it's all good
I do this cuz I love you
Consider it on a muscle
You had gave me the game
When I didn’t have a penny
You was the one who came
When them other niggas didn’t
Money over bitches anybody could get it
Hospital or ditches bicycles or fences
Layin low with intentions
Of coming out up out the trenches surrender
Can’t see it or witness can’t be it I see it
At the same time but I can’t speak it
Nightmares from the night air
Stares and a groan slight
Glare from the right flare tears in the bone
Two bottles few models pair of patron
And the drum roll sound
Like snares when it's on
The game on freeze
But I be trapping in and out it
You gotta believe
That there ain’t no other way around it
I can’t sleep but pray to God
That he find me the shit won’t cease
They say they found another body
In the streets of BR
It’s the hardest way of living
The good die young
And the others go to prison
In the streets of BR
Listen close and pay attention
The Church ain’t safe
So I ain’t looking for religion
In the streets of BR