Lyrical Breakdown of Still Hood - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Still Hood" 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 "Still Hood" 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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We got London on the track You was faking it all along Felt that sh- inside my bone Had a feeling you had told When I felt it in my soul And you know your word ain't strong 'Cause they know you getting old Ever since I been on We give the trenches hope Yeah, keep it a buck, it ain't nobody f- with us I can't sit 'round and talk about other n- That sh- old, I don't care what he did We was cool, but it is what it is now Broke as f-, used to live at my man's house I work hard, they ain't give me no handouts Bro ain't really a opp, he just fanned out Came with me, we just slept on the same couch How you play like it's f- me then come back and Switch up and ask me for something with the same mouth? We have spots in the hood, make sure everyone good Beat that b- for too much then we change out We could be anywhere, we gon' bang out If you see me, they pay me, I don't hang out I got too many cars, need a bigger garage Call the realtor, tell her to change house This sh- deep, I take care of my kids' side of they family I'm too rich to let somebody handle me Nah, for real, I pay rent for my young n- mama'nem We got away on the chase, I was one of them Pay attention to me, you could run it up I ain't drove it in weeks, gotta warm it up You gon' D-I-E if you come at us Got a Richard Millie, it's a one-of-one I was stuck on the block, ain't have nothing coming in Every time I fell, I got back up again I'm gon' practice 'til I f- win We ain't brothers, I don't call you n- twin Got the hittas trailing me inside a Benz Everything I got on, I'm tryna times ten And I don't f- with y'all n-, I ain't friendly I kept it real with you, why would you lie to me? You complaining, and you don't even gotta be I'ma turn up for everyone watching me I'm on point with this sh- 'cause I gotta be I ain't tripping, I just wanna live good Would have gave you my all, probably still would When I can't get no drank, I don't feel good Been all over the world, but I'm still hood I wasn't born with a silver spoon You ask me for drugs, I can't get 'em gone My uncle want drugs, I'll give it to him He thinking he me when I put him on Auntie f- in the bedroom I had to sleep inside a n- bathroom Putting duct tape on the air mattress So the air wouldn't really leave from Real n- on standby, all that fake love, I don't need none I don't really talk cash with a b- unless the bitch really need some One n-told me he started with dimes and nicks, he say he gon' die with a brick One n- told me forever gon' carry his gun That n- died with his stick I grew up, a little bit of death And my uncle had cancer, I had to share a room with a junkie I told you, I grew up the toughest Came from nothing, had to wash up with a bucket Police had told me slow down when I be in the city 'Cause they say I'm starting a ruckus F- the b- then give the bitch a Plan B And tell her this sh- come with my money I kept it real with you, why would you lie to me? You complaining, and you don't even gotta be I'ma turn up for everyone watching me I'm on point with this sh- 'cause I gotta be I ain't tripping, I just wanna live good Would have gave you my all, probably still would When I can't get no drank, I don't feel good Been all over the world, but I'm still hood Felt that sh- inside my bone And you know your word ain't strong 'Cause they know you getting old We got London on the track