Lyrical Breakdown of Word On The Street - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Word On The Street" 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 "Word On The Street" 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.
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(We Global now)

Word on the street, they got a lil' bitty hit out

Really run Atlanta, I can make a nigga get out

If anything, I have more respect for you bitches

Nigga, you a bitch, we don't shoot and miss (nah)

Glock-19 unfold and it spit out

Double R underneath the door when I get out

Clutchin' on my fans, had to tell lil' bro to chill out

How the fuck your whole gang down the road and you still out?

Undercover rat, pussy nigga, you a sellout

Every show, I get either packed or it sell out

I been ballin' hard, you on the bench, you gotta sit out

Know a nigga mad, he can't even put a hit out

Middle of the winter, drop top with a mink on

Bad lil' vibe, yeah, she say that's her theme song

I done made a whole million dollars off a flip phone

No Soulja Boy, that bitch ain't even have a ringtone

Skinny Mike Amiris like I skate

We just fuck around, we don't date

I went straight up there to Mars, so they hate

And I got a lot of cars, they all up to date

I was at the bottom, literally I was boxed in

Then I took off, I ain't have no other option

I was too gone, now a nigga just pop shit

I was in Japan, buyin' drip and blowin' yen

Call overseas, tell them youngins to spin again

I don't throw rocks and hide my hand 'cause I'm a man

Million cash in the book bag, I'm a big dog

Threw my shot at any nigga, bitch, I think I'm Chris Paul

Sippin' all these meds, nigga gotta be throwed off

I was gettin' head, fucked around, and I dozed off

Rolls-Royce truck, crank it and let the nose out

Everything I said, I went did it, boy, I'm the chosen child

Skinny Mike Amiris like I skate

We just fuck around, we don't date

I went straight up there to Mars, so they hate

And I got a lot of cars, they all up to date

I was at the bottom, literally I was boxed in

Then I took off, I ain't have no other option

I was too gone, now a nigga just pop shit

I was in Japan, buyin' drip and blowin' yen

Safe deposit boxes on fleek

And my bank account, I don't touch it, I'ma get it out the street

Got your vibe all on my drip, she say you cheap

And she know I'm havin' money, buy her titties, ass, and teeth

Catchin' three flights every day, the only time I get some sleep

Kept it real, and they be cappin', really you can't compete

I spend it all on bullets, niggas don't wanna beef

Got a D-boy swag, pull up SRT

I ain't playin' with nobody, nobody gon' play with me

Got a driver for my car, he take me from A to Z

Got some homies on the yard I probably'll never see

If the money was the issue I promise they'd be free

They was sleepin' on me bad, they fucked around, woke up a beast

Switch it up, I went romantic, took my shawty out to Greece

Every city that I go to, gotta link up with the street

I'm too humble for 'em, guess that's why they thinkin' I was sweet

Skinny Mike Amiris like I skate

We just fuck around, we don't date

I went straight up there to Mars, so they hate

And I got a lot of cars, they all up to date

I was at the bottom, literally I was boxed in

Then I took off, I ain't have no other option

I was too gone, now a nigga just pop shit

I was in Japan, buyin' drip and blowin' yen