Lyrical Breakdown of Errbody - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Errbody" 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 "Errbody" 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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Firin' at everybody Firin' at everybody (Section 8 just straight cooked this motherf- up) Firin' at everybody I'm firin' at everybody Helicopter the middle of the hood, I'm flyer than everybody All this fame these n- be chasin', I swear I don't care 'bout it Boy, you play, you gon' - front of everybody Leave some blood on the street, buy some red bottoms Caught an L, but I wish that they headshot 'em Free my n- Longway, yeah, the feds got him I used to pray for a plug who gon' go out the way And come back with a lot of them b- I used to dream about condos when we leavin' Lenox Now I stay on top of them b- I wouldn't give a damn if he ran him up a whole billion I still wouldn't acknowledge the n- He put my name in a song, what the f- is he on? I don't care, boy, we gotta go get him House big as f- in the middle of nowhere I d- her down, I don't care what my hoe wear I made Lil' Cam spin the block on a four-wheel Nah, for real, spin the block on a four-wheel Five million dollars, for me, that ain't no deal I done made that times six in like three years Off this rap s-, I can't even talk about this trap s- I just hope they can take it, I keep me a stallion like Megan A residency out in Vegas Might fly to L.A. and go f- with LeBron and the Lakers Come back to Atlanta with Jayda Bruh told us to take care of the neighbors and stack all the paper Whatever we want, buy it later I know how to s- on a hater and handle the business Whatever God give me, I'm grateful I'm firin' at everybody Helicopter the middle of the hood, I'm flyer than everybody All this fame these n- be chasin', I swear I don't care 'bout it Boy, you play, you gon' - front of everybody Leave some blood on the street, buy some red bottoms Caught an L, but I wish that they headshot 'em Free my n- Longway, yeah, the feds got him Cartier watches for everyone 'round me I ran it up, how the f- could you down me? She set for life, how the f- could you clown her? Bought all this water, I'm never gon' drown I'm in the 'yo, I'm perfectin' my sound I helped 'em out and they let me down again I ain't comin' back around again Fell in love and I found a friend I done geared up the motor, my brother in prison in Polo I jumped in the game and went loco, I put on these clothes like a hobo That's layers of drip, I showed my a- in Phipps You play, ya mans get k-, said that before, but I'm dead for real Lil' bro jumpin' 'round like his leg done healed I ran it up off of vacuum seal If I fall off today, I'm a legend still Bro showed me the way, I ain't never steal This Glock ain't no prop, it'll pop for real I f- with that syrup, I don't pop no pills My young n- turnt, they don't got no deals I need me a billion so I can chill I'm drivin' like I ain't got no license still My Trackhawk move like it got nitrogen, I'm poppin' seals I'm firin' at everybody Helicopter the middle of the hood, I'm flyer than everybody All this fame these n- be chasin', I swear I don't care 'bout it Boy, you play, you gon' - front of everybody Leave some blood on the street, buy some red bottoms Caught an L, but I wish that they headshot 'em Free my n- Longway, yeah, the feds got him I paid attention and found out the recipe I take a seat and they still won't get 'head of me I'm on my s-, now a b- can't get next to me You ain't got a hundred though, you can't have sex with me Ain't showed the best of me yet And ain't in nobody debt, I'm somethin' like a vet I bought my big brother a 'Vette My numbers so good, my label probably owe me a check They play with Lil Baby, I swear it's gon' go down The biggest lil' n- that's over at Motown Jumped off the porch and went straight kicked the door down Flip the clip, switch the clip, then some more rounds Rappers fake and be hatin', I don't go 'round I took 12 on a chase, I had four ounces Ask around, we them guys, I do no clownin' If I can, I'ma try keep the smoke down Once it's up, then it's stuck, it can't go down Like to switch where I sleep, I got four houses Every time the heat come, I make four thousand Big done gave me the game and I ran with it Milk the game 'til I quit, I ain't playin' with it Could've been hit your b-, I be sparin' n- Make me mad, I'ma call up them grave diggers Bought my mom a new crib, and it's way bigger Never been to it once, that's a great feelin' I'ma go there when I get a chance I lost five hundred racks before I signed a deal Swear to God, I still got my advance Yeah, I'm lit, I been savin' this guala up Yeah, I hit, but she didn't get a follow-up Ain't no reason to beef with no one about none of these women I promise they swallow us all I'm firin' at everybody Helicopter the middle of the hood, I'm flyer than everybody All this fame these n- be chasin', I swear I don't care 'bout it Boy, you play, you gon' - front of everybody Leave some blood on the street, buy some red bottoms Caught an L, but I wish that they headshot 'em Free my n- Longway, yeah, the feds got him