Lyrical Breakdown of 2 The Hard Way - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "2 The Hard Way" 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 "2 The Hard Way" 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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Gambling in the hallway
Shootouts in broad day
But I gotta make it home tonight
With my dog if he wrong or right
This that foul play
This that two the hard way
This that two the hard way
This that two the hard way
Get a lot of money, fuck a lot of bitches, serve a lot of niggas
When the pack in we get a lot of scrilla
I take care my niggas down the road, man, I fuckin' miss 'em
A star with a pistol, that make me a shooting star, nigga
The ninth ward God
The young nigga gon' shake some' for them boys
Them youngins ain't gon' play about that boy
Swing that stick like a guitar, all I know is going hard
Tryna stay above the odds
Sellin' green, girls, and bars, yeah yeah
Them youngins ain't gon' play about the kid, nah for real
I know if I send the word they gon' kill off the rip
They know they catch up big, Lil Baby I keep it real
I'm tellin' you how it is, nigga, fuck how you feel
I was in the trenches with three grams of blow
Soon as I get off this, I'm goin' to buy some more
Lose it all gambling and be dead broke
All I had was hope, now we gettin' them loads
Get a lot of money, fuck a lot of bitches, serve a lot of niggas
When the pack in we get a lot of scrilla
I take care my niggas down the road, man, I fuckin' miss 'em
A star with a pistol, that make me a shooting star, nigga
The ninth ward God
The young nigga gon' shake some' for them boys
Them youngins ain't gon' play about that boy
Swing that stick like a guitar, all I know is going hard
Tryna stay above the odds
Sellin' green, girls, and bars, yeah yeah
Push your lighter bun, get your wig split
Shoot and don't miss, a hundred racks will get your whole fam hit
Do it for my niggas down the road, they got some long beef
For the fact that they ain't never comin' home, be on that fuck shit
Green Dots and J-Pay and PayPal, they gotta eat
I'm a young OG man, shit I get it every week
Ten toes on my feet, I won't fold
If I never sell a record or a song
In the trap I went gold (yeah, yeah)
Get a lot of money, fuck a lot of bitches, serve a lot of niggas
When the pack in we get a lot of scrilla
I take care my niggas down the road, man, I fuckin' miss 'em
A star with a pistol, that make me a shooting star, nigga
The ninth ward God
The young nigga gon' shake some' for them boys
Them youngins ain't gon' play about that boy
Swing that stick like a guitar, all I know is going hard
Tryna stay above the odds
Sellin' green, girls, and bars, yeah yeah