Lyrical Breakdown of Southside - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Southside" 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 "Southside" 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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Southside on the track, yeah

Southside

Yeah

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I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside

Long live Troup, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside

Shout out Deezy and them loc's who crippin' on the Southside

I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside

Yeah, I'm sellin' coke for real

I put the "d" in dope for real

Saint Laurent on my coat for real

That Draco, that Draco

I'm with the reds in Clayco

Shoutout to Clayhead, that nigga a real one

We had them bands in the neighborhood

Temp fade, new J's

All day, catch plays

White tee, dope boy

Move that dope, boy

Trappin' out a bando

Servin' out a window

Tryna run our mills up

That's what we pay the rent for

Fuck it up in the Gucci store, them M's in

Bad bitch lookin' like Bernice, I call her Slim Jim

I just want push start on my car

Shoutout the hood, they know I'm a god

They know we bang wherever we are

I just took these cuts on stage

Look at these VVS's in my chain

I'm doing better, I can't even complain

Bought it plain, then I blew out the brain

Birkin bag, make the bitch go insane

With the gang, I ain't switchin' the name

Paper tag, got me switchin' these lanes

Do anything to get me some chains

These niggas be fuckin' for fame

I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside

Long live Troup, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside

Shout out Deezy and them loc's who crippin' on the Southside

I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside

Yeah, I'm sellin' coke for real

I put the "d" in dope for real

Saint Laurent on my coat for real

That Draco, that Draco

I'm with the reds in Clayco

Shoutout to Clayhead, that nigga a real one

We had them bands in the neighborhood

I'm doing shit that they wishing they could

I'm the frontrunner, break right through the hood

They hated on me, but it's still all good

Draco on me, and it's still all wood

I'm on probation, they let off a fool

They on my drip, tryna see what I do

They takin' notes, tryna study my moves

They tryna do what I do

All-Star weekend, I was gettin' the pack in

Heard you got your shit took, nigga you lackin'

Big body Benz "beep, beep" when it back in

Real street niggas buyin' bags with the backends

These niggas ain't authentic, they actin'

And I ain't get to the money, they cappin'

What happened?

I thought you was a real one?

Solitary stones in my ear, these the clear ones

These diamonds dancin' too loud in my ear

So I don't hear them

My homie got the stick, I got the glizzy

We don't fear them

These niggas don't wanna play with us

I swear that we gon' kill them

I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside

Long live Troop, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside

Shout out Deezy and them Lo's who crippin' on the Southside

I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside

Yeah, I'm sellin' coke for real

I put the "d" in dope for real

Saint Laurent on my coat for real

That Draco, that Draco

I'm with the reds in Clayco

Shoutout to Clayhead, that nigga a real one

We had them bands in the neighborhood

Strapped