Lyrical Breakdown of Make It Back - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Make It Back" 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 "Make It Back" 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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Let's go, ah
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(Inomekindakitchen)
I wake up in the morning take a piss and grab the strap
Then I wipe my ass then I pour a cup of act
I gotta check stash because bitches don't know how to act
I fucked it off the night before I gotta make it back gang
I gotta make it back gang, gang
I gotta make it back gang, gang
I gotta make it back gang, gang
Gang, gang
Trap house shooting craps and shit why Varney got the Mac and shit
Love her she'll whack a bitch while Tracy and them be wrapping bricks
The bitch I used to call my sis, I filled the lil' hoe up with dick
Now she call niggas her brothers but I know I'm used to it
Gucci slides, fuck her in the window while I'm serving pies
Try to slide, got this choppa on me and I leave him fried
Homicide, took his face apart he unidentified
50k up in my lawyer just in case they looking for me
I can't stand the smell of that work
That's why my brothers cook it for me
30k a show, don't call my phone, just book it for me
Money in my hand, that fast money, fast money
I ain't talking Wayne, I need that cash money
I wake up in the morning take a piss and grab the strap
Then I wipe my ass then I pour a cup of act
I gotta check stash because bitches don't know how to act
I fucked it off the night before I gotta make it back gang
I gotta make it back gang, gang
I gotta make it back gang, gang
I gotta make it back gang, gang
Gang, gang
All these niggas tweaking, if you cross me you stuck
I be in the city, fuck nigga, we ain't ducking shit
All the real niggas, street niggas, they gone fuck with this
All the real killas, trap niggas, they gone fuck with this
Head shot, run up on Durk pussy better not dead rock
What you gone do from that red dot
Run, nigga, better have your gun that's on my son, nigga
We don't even tote 30s pussy we like drums, nigga
Every nigga round me they going to blow for me
Tweak with me foe nem get in them grocery's
I got the city how it supposed to be
(I'm a real nigga and he noticed it)
I wake up in the morning take a piss and grab the strap
Then I wipe my ass then I pour a cup of act
I gotta check stash because bitches don't know how to act
I fucked it off the night before I gotta make it back gang
I gotta make it back gang, gang
I gotta make it back gang, gang
I gotta make it back gang, gang
Gang, gang