Lyrical Breakdown of Trust - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Trust" 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 "Trust" 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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Yeah Yeah, Lil Baby You a real street nigga, ha-ha You really can't trust these niggas, man Yeah I got four pockets full too, nigga These niggas ain't real, I don't trust them (yeah) All these plugs ain't one hundred, I don't trust them (nah) I got love for my bitch but I don't trust them (fuck) All these lawyers play games, I don't trust them (yeah) Don't ever put your trust in a fake nigga (fake nigga) Don't ever put your trust in a fake bitch (fake bitch) So it ain't 'bout that money, it's irrelevant Four pockets full, me and Lil Baby filthy rich Me and Black Amigo Scooter on the backstreets servin' I ain't never had a job but I'm always working I just sold a thousand pounds, man, my week went perfect I can't trust you pussy niggas 'cause I know y'all lurking My lawyers sold me out so I can't trust them My nigga Long kept it solid, gotta trust him Paper, paper, paper, that's the only option (option) That money on me, nigga, ask your bitch, I got it Hundred thousand, all hundreds stuffed in all my pockets I ain't got no fuckin' license, I don't plan on stopping Got the gang in this bitch, who the fuck gon' stop me? I'm the topic of discussion, all these bitches talkin' These niggas ain't real, I don't trust them (yeah) All these plugs ain't one hundred, I don't trust them (nah) I got love for my bitch but I don't trust them (fuck) All these lawyers play games, I don't trust them (yeah) Don't ever put your trust in a fake nigga (fake nigga) Don't ever put your trust in a fake bitch (fake bitch) So it ain't 'bout that money, it's irrelevant Four pockets full, me and Lil Baby filthy rich Me and Lil Baby cocaine crazy Jugg king, an 80's baby Four pockets full with dead presidents, that's on the daily We don't trust these lawyers, they tried to play me I don't trust these plugs, they snitchin' daily A nigga text my phone about some bricks, boy, you talkin' crazy Young Scooter, I'm a trap scholar, just like Teezy Dollar You a broke boy with no hustle, waitin' on your partner I'm the boss man of my hood but I ain't the only boss Real street nigga, I always watch out for the triple cross You got caught with ten bricks and you snitched then that's a double loss We remixed the weed and sent it back like we couldn't get it off You shouldn't trust your jeweler, nigga, take that fake ass jewelry off A hundred mil' in five years, nigga, watch how I pull it off Scooter! These niggas ain't real, I don't trust them (yeah) All these plugs ain't one hundred, I don't trust them (nah) I got love for my bitch but I don't trust them (fuck) All these lawyers play games, I don't trust them (yeah) Don't ever put your trust in a fake nigga (fake nigga) Don't ever put your trust in a fake bitch (fake bitch) So it ain't 'bout that money, it's irrelevant Four pockets full, me and Lil Baby filthy rich