Lyrical Breakdown of Real Hitta - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Real Hitta" 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 "Real Hitta" 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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Yeah Baby, I'm a certified smacker Plies, Kodak I'm a real deal sniper, ya kna' I mean? Yeah, yeah I know you ain't never been with no real hitter No real nigga I'm talmbout like, a nigga that really got a sack though I'm talmbout like bein' cuffed by the boss and not the runner (23954) Yeah, that way Have you ever made love to a real hitter? (Yeah) A nigga that always in the field, probably finessin' Probably out here drug dealin' (I wanna know) I'ma love you like I might die tomorrow, ayy I'ma love you like I might die tomorrow, ayy I'm probably gettin' money if I ain't call you, baby I'm probably gettin' money if I ain't call you, baby I done came by from pissin' beside the Trump Hotel 'Fore I take it in, I got to catch me one more sell Name saved up under "Febreze" 'cause she ain't got no smell I can hit it from the back, ain't got to hold my breath All these hundreds on me got me startin' to look like a scammer All that ass she got back there startin' to look like a pamper Pull up on your ass with a bag just like I'm Santa Plug name Julio but he don't play for Atlanta The only millionaire you know that wear Dope Boy Ree's You ain't never fucked a nigga that had this much cheese I'm just tryna run you crazy like they tried Kanye Treat you like the mailman, make you come once a day (yeah) Have you ever made love to a real hitter? (Yeah) A nigga that always in the field, probably finessin' Probably out here drug dealin' (I wanna know) I'ma love you like I might die tomorrow, ayy I'ma love you like I might die tomorrow, ayy I'm probably gettin' money if I ain't call you, baby I'm probably gettin' money if I ain't call you, baby Baby, you know I'm out here in these streets, I gotta get it If I ain't on the corner, I'm in the 'yo, bae, I be busy But you gotta pray for me 'cause these niggas be hatin' in my city And you gotta thank God everyday he be lettin' you be with me I'ma get in that lil' pussy like I'm just gettin' outta prison And word around town, he bagged a nigga but he didn't I'm Sniper Gang baby, I got more stripes than the Navy And ain't nothin' changed because I motherfuckin' made it I'm a real hitter, I'm a real nigga, I'ma treat you like a lady I'm a real hitter, so every pistol I got, it ain't on safety And if I ain't call your back, then bae, I'm gettin' to that money But I'ma come through, and I'ma fuck ya like the police lookin' for me Have you ever made love to a real hitter? (Yeah) A nigga that always in the field, probably finessin' Probably out here drug dealin' (I wanna know) I'ma love you like I might die tomorrow, ayy I'ma love you like I might die tomorrow, ayy I'm probably gettin' money if I ain't call you, baby (And you ain't never been with no real hitter like that) I'm probably gettin' money if I ain't call you, baby I get your hair done so much, they start to think you a beautician These lil' niggas tryna come up, only reason they diss me Your last man bought you Bebe but I'll buy you Givenchy Biggest thing he ever did for you was take you to Chili's Keep a bank in my pocket, call me Plies Fargo Sex game undefeated, think I'm 100 to nought I don't go nowhere for free, if you got a check, I'll go Your last man, he was petty, tell him I said so I be hustling so hard, I lose track of the days That lil' pussy was so sorry, I called it minimum wage 'Fore you leave this earth, baby, you better get you a hitter Talkin' one that got a bag and drop that rod like a killer, yeah I just wanna know Have you ever made love to a real hitter?