Lyrical Breakdown of Ima Be Real - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Ima Be Real" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Kodak Black weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Ima Be Real" 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 Kodak Black 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 Kodak Black's narrative.
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I'ma be real, I ain't as tough I say I am
I'm so scared of going to Hell
Killer, look in the mirror and ask yourself
"Is you really tryna go to jail?"
Hell no, yeah, I thought so
So stop living like you ain't thinking 'bout tomorrow
Protect your health and it'd be selfish
If you let the drugs get the best of you
And prevent you from getting to witness all your child grow
That ain't fair, but I'm ballin' by myself
You somewhere out there heartbroken
Early September, last time we were together
At the same hotel, damn, it's been a minute you checked in with me
I was just so close to going broke
I feel that I was gon' be right back drug dealin'
Give me what you owe to me
I paid for your loyalty, no way you could give up on me
My house not home, won't be here too long
Heard the good die young
I pray I could see fourty-three
But ten more years is more than enough to get everything that I want
I'm a iced out Reaper
The Devil been busy, but I ain't got time for him neither
Stayed in the rain, ain't complain while they called FEMA
The pain in me deep with shit like Hurricane Katrina
Imagine me old, back hurtin', in pain
I rather a nigga bust my goddamn brain
I stand with great affection waiting for you, babe
At me with good intentions through everything
And it seems everyone abandoned me
All I know, I lean on promethazine
All I know, you told me you'll be there for me
So I come on this music, brand me a refugee
Ran outta dope, it's time to leave
Travel to Mecca on my barefoot just to find peace
You sick and tired of sorry's, crying on your diaries
I love you like mollies
It's like it seem cool for people to play with my heart
Wise enough to be a fool just to see who's smart (preach)
I heard your cop put a voice recorder in your car
I was playin' dumbo, really you the retard
I don't care if fakin' it gon' get you farther out here
I'ma live by and die 'bout my honor (I swear)
Just ballin' and flakin' on the time that you called when you was in jail
While I'm sittin' in prison, if you get shot, I should kill
Say I'm a deadbeat and I'm not a good father
Yet you ain't check up on me when my car burned
How you gon' act like all your trauma 'cause of me?
Who says that you the only one that's suffering?