Lyrical Breakdown of Better - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Better" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Durk weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Better" 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 Durk 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 Durk's narrative.
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Police niggas gave us people love
I remember niggas needed us
Real niggas all I need is trust
Suck my dick I don't need to fuck
Niggas wasn't in the field with us
Niggas really wasn't seeing us
In the way in the field for nothin'
A lot of pounds take weeks to come
Shit, you was my brother
Changed on me for that cheddar
You was my brother
Hey, we can do better
How you gon' switch for that cheddar?
I'm on Givenchy the leather
How you gon' hold a vendetta?
Just like I hold my Beretta
The money and the fame it don't matter
Me and my brothers got better
Niggas out here playin' checkers
Never let a nigga check us
Drill the opps that's what the hittas do
Fuck a bitch let her switcharoo
Cop a coupe, I'mma cop a coupe
Ride me I'mma pity you
You not my homie, these niggas fake they phony
I gotta get this money, Cartier clone is on me
Can't let a nigga harm me, this .50 on me arm reach
Gucci flips and palm trees, show the world who to see
So get yo' shit straight bitch 'cause I'm on one
Surrounded by the millionaires and I've become one
(Let's get it!)
Police niggas gave us people love
I remember niggas needed us
Real niggas all I need is trust
Suck my dick I don't need to fuck
Niggas wasn't in the field with us
Niggas really wasn't seeing us
In the way in the field for nothin'
A lot of pounds take weeks to come
Shit, you was my brother
Changed on me for that cheddar
You was my brother
Hey, we can do better
I'd done seen a lot niggas change
I'd done felt a lot niggas pain
On the block, Glock in my name
Birdman respek my name
Pussy nigga respect my name
You ain't gang boy change yo' name
Sneak dissin' gon' get you flamed
Nah for real gon' get you hit
Niggas switchin' up for a bitch
Niggas switchin' up for a name
High as fuck and I'm in yo' shit
Why you tweakin' boy you ain't the shit
I can't believe I believed in you
1500 for these Neiman shoes
Knowin' the streets niggas needed you
Fifty shots and leave with you
Shawty nothin' but my mud butter
Them niggas a muthafucker
I was with 'em in the mud puddle
Them the trenches, yea them the trenches
Yeah the trenches got love for me
Told the boys I'm 100
And I lost a lot blood from it (Yeah)
Police niggas gave us people love
I remember niggas needed us
Real niggas all I need is trust
Suck my dick I don't need to fuck
Niggas wasn't in the field with us
Niggas really wasn't seeing us
In the way in the field for nothin'
A lot of pounds take weeks to come
Shit, you was my brother
Changed on me for that cheddar
You was my brother
Hey, we can do better