Lyrical Breakdown of Truth - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Truth" 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 "Truth" 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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Ha Million dollar baby We playing crazy bitch Friends ain't really friends, just some cool ass niggas You know that Give me a milli, I'm taking off and setting trends Unbreakable nigga, really the type to never bend I been shaking shit off, fuck the hype, I'm losing friends Should just do them tonight, it's a movement in my hands You was proving me wrong, texting niggas on the gram You was proof of the pudding, you was flexing like a ham I was out in the streets, you was stressing out with scams Told you switch to the grams, you started hating like your mans You got his dick in your hands, you know he hit you for them bands Why you coming at me? You might be slipping on your plans Could've let hit you, he be tripping off them xans Should've let strip you, I was thinking you was fam I'ma let twelve get you, them paper plates can get you jammed Send shells to you, I'd rather box you in the sand I'ma leave it alone, I ain't tryna shake your hand I can see in your bones, you was flaky like a yam Them people leading you wrong, you tried to play me like a fan You wasn't creeping along, nigga keep it hundred grand You wasn't looking for niggas, you was beeping niggas phones How that make you a man? I be speeding all alone Got a crew of young niggas who'll run you niggas home Sneak dissing for bitches, that's why I put it on a song That's my real left hand, got real, she snatch the boat I'm guessing you a yes man, what the hell, these niggas hoes Poppin' on a bitch I ain't stopping (I ain't stopping) I'm back to the city, I'm getting filthy when it snow Shooting craps with a fifty, but really you niggas broke You rushing back with them giffies, you silly, you niggas jokes I was crushing the trap, getting tipsy off a four Niggas talking bout bae, just taking piccys at the store I'm just walking to bae, but I ain't get it for the low You was talking in trace, you could've called your only bro I be lost in them states, balling with my youngest ho I'm a boss in this race, you a turtle, kinda slow I'ma floss with this cake, and leak it, serve you on a pole But I'm off of your case, just had to let you niggas know Put that on your page, but I bet you niggas won't That's my real left hand, got real, she snatch the boat I'm guessing you a yes man, what the hell, these niggas hoes That's my real left hand, got real, she snatch the boat I'm guessing you a yes man, what the hell, these niggas hoes Ha, big Taz naked Ha