Lyrical Breakdown of Hurtin - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Hurtin" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Baby weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Hurtin" 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 Lil Baby 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 Lil Baby's narrative.
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Cook that shit up, Quay
What's the chances that you make it from the bottom?
Let's go
Gotta beat the odds, I'm tryna blend in
Hit that boy so many times, he made CNN
Fear of God pants, I don't fear men
Pull up in an old-school, the 50 in the rear end, big dawg
Takin' chances, gettin' packs, and tryna get 'em back
I watched the law take my bro, I'm tryna get him back
I pray to God that I don't have to get nobody whacked
Ain't gettin' into that, I try to tell 'em facts
What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'?
And you really come from sleepin' out the projects
What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'?
And your two main men catch a body
I got it the worstest, I ain't have to rehearse this
Made me who I am, I'm gettin' bands, I'm breakin' curses
Trap spot do six figures, still got sheets, fuck curtains
Excuse me as I go off, have flashbacks in my verses, I'm tellin' you
I done put my heart inside a box and tried to sell it to 'em
Beefin' with my partners, do a nigga like I never knew him
Fucked around and seen her with a nigga, I would've never knew it
Always talkin' 'bout what I'm gon' do, but I don't ever do it, yeah
Beefin' with myself
Keep on wanting syrup, but knowin' it don't help
It's like I got money to please everybody else
They act like they with you, but I'm knowin' they don't care
They in it for self, I got it for sale if it's rollin'
I got out of jail and I showed 'em
Couple bitches know they wish they would've held it down
It feel like they build me up, try to tear me down
What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'?
And you really come from sleepin' out the projects
What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'?
And your two main men catch a body
I gotta stay solid
I grew up 'round dope boys, I don't need no stylist
I got grown man money, can't be actin' childish
I've been through too much shit, barely even smile
Sippin' on this bale, I wish bro was with me now
It was time that we'll go broke, we'll pick a play and take 'em down
Kick me when I'm down, when I get up, I'll prolly shit on you
I can't even lie, I'll prolly see 'em, I just spit on them
These pieces I got lit on me, this piece I got gon' hit on men
I ain't ever did no fraud, but I'm known for pullin' cards
Ask about me in my neighborhood, I'm known for goin' hard
I've been bustin' on that glizzy ever since I had got robbed
I done really beat the odds
What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'?
And you really come from sleepin' out the projects
What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'?
And your two main men catch a body
What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'?
And you really come from sleepin' out the projects
What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'?
And your two main men catch a body
I got it the worstest