Lyrical Breakdown of Ghetto (Grew Up) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Ghetto (Grew Up)" 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 "Ghetto (Grew Up)" 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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I grew up like that Money deep Nowhere to sleep, nowhere to go People to meet, I'm from these streets I grew up like that Steady going to funerals, steady going to interviews Not going too far, so I stick to the wall I grew up like that I grew up in the ghetto Where niggas don't make it out like that I grew up in the ghetto Where my niggas don't make it out like that I grew up with fam I grew up with niggas that call me fam I grew up with niggas who state they man I grew up with niggas who got in that jam I grew up with niggas doing life in the can One time, fighting for man But I grew up in the ghetto Times ain't nothing, go to school just to eat lunch No kid watching re-runs, wake up doing re-runs My momma, my opponent (let's get it!) These millions I'm on it And I gotta eat nigga On the corners everyday with the lights out Walk in broad day with the pipes out Waking up middle night with the lights out So I can make a figure I pray to God that make it I tell my momma I can't take it The ghetto C-C-Came up in the ghetto People tell me keep my head up my whole life If I didn't have nothing, [?] B-B-Bitches out here, just shut up Rest in peace my lil shawty I promise I wish I could write you a letter And the Michigan momma I Trap like it's life because no one is promised tomorrow Pray to my father Lord forgive me for sins I committed But this is the way that we living Why can't no one see my vision? Remember the basement, remember my aunty would beat my because of the dishes Couldn't wait to get grown, say to myself when I make it I'm gone from you bitches Even though a nigga tryna make it out I still got love for the (ghetto) I can't change, I was raised in the (ghetto) Made me who I am and I love the (ghetto) (I grew up in the ghetto) Why they faking, why they faking?