Lyrical Breakdown of Real Shit - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Real Shit" 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 "Real Shit" 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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Real Atlanta, I'm from a zone, right up the street from the dome (I'm from the 4)
Came up gettin' our hustle on, living legend off of strong
Bro still sellin' bricks, can't knock his hustle, shit to each his own
Lot of fake love, they only call you when they need a loan
Bro in the box ready to come home, for now he livin' through a phone (free the bro)
Told me he ain't worried 'bout no nigga unless he can fly a drone
Know them young niggas look up to me, so I can't lead 'em on
Watchin' what I talk about, I'm the leader, so I can't tell 'em wrong
Young crew they break in cars (strikers), jack boys they still robbin'
G Dawg 'dem been gone for damn near a dub and they steady mobbin'
Shit wasn't always great, I had to wait, I stayed down for my come up
Every day, I'm paper chasin', my bank account need another comma
Tryna stay away from the drama, never runnin' from my karma
Anything I did, I stand behind it, momma raised a G
Coward is something I'll never be, Hellcat spinnin' up the street
Trackhawk bulletproof the Jeep, none of this shit ain't come with ease
My bitch told me, she won't never leave, now she on another team
Saw my pain, it made me t'd, never been a one to grieve (no)
Naked bitches on my feed, I'on like her unless she mean
Trust issues, I'on fuck with people (I can't), blame it on the shit I seen (I seen it all)
Had Fannie watchin' my food savings while she was pregnant with dude baby
But it wasn't no food savin', whole lotta green shit
Tryna shake my demons, keep callin' the lean man
Keep rollin' this weed up, I been through some real shit
Come home to the lights off, furniture in the front yard (eviction)
Had to stay in hotels, daddy wasn't nowhere around
My momma a real gangster, she held it together (she did), no matter the circumstance, yeah
Superstar, fill up the stands, goin' for it when I get the chance
Dog shit stay in my pants, in my hand, in my bag
I still got my first advance, showin' bro how to buy some land
We gotta make this money last, hate you let them niggas gas you
Get rich while I duck the task force, what more can a nigga ask for?
Belt to ass, we really tap shit, majority of these niggas cappin'
Really put it down on Plaza, really put in down on Bridges
Really put it down on Sparks, 'round my way, I'm a livin' legend
ROTC, bro, them steppin', all the secrets I done kept 'em
Where them bags at, I'll go get 'em, bring 'em back, let brodem sell 'em
Every day, I'm fightin' the devil, put that lil' bitch on a pedestal
Won't do it again, never, shit gettin' real, I'm movin' careful
Yeah