Lyrical Breakdown of Real - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Real" 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 "Real" 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.
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(Izzy the producer)
(Honorary Member)
Pour a cup of that dirty
Might take me a Perc 30
Gotta watch out for who love me
Them the same people who hurt me
My momma said I might OD
I'ma a drinker, ma, I ain't worried
Gotta watch out in these streets
I'ma a thinker, ma, I ain't worried
Can't trust none of these niggas
Don't love none of these bitches
How they judging me, nigga?
I came up from these trenches
I might roll a blunt up for my people
I might pour a cup up for my people
Baby momma actin' evil
Uncle still playin' wit' them needles
New car gas diesel, new money cash Visa
Nuski died what he believe in
Brother Muslim, my pops too
Tell 'em pigs no pork needed
We ain't tryna talk, no agreements
Beat my case wit' the best lawyer
Told my sister I want the best for ya
Fuck a strippa go invest money
IG hoes that's a test for ya
Devil workin' want the best of ya
Street niggas make a mess of ya
Your niggas put the stress on ya, yeah, yeah, yeah
Start them killas off with guns
Start the traphouse off with pounds
Bitch, you know I love my son
Boy my back was on the ground
Who love you when no one there?
Who love you when no one care?
Pour a cup of that dirty
Might take me a Perc 30
Gotta watch out for who love me
Them the same people who hurt me
My momma said I might OD
I'ma a drinker, ma, I ain't worried
Gotta watch out in these streets
I'ma a thinker, ma, I ain't worried
Can't trust none of these niggas
Don't love none of these bitches
How they judging me, nigga?
I came up from these trenches
I might roll a blunt up for my people
I might pour a cup up for my people
Close homie tried to kill me
I'm just givin' y'all ass the real me
Real niggas gotta feel me
State's attorney tried to wheel me
Couple big niggas tried to lil' me
I got more power so don't try me
I got missed call from my granny
Gotta get back wit' the family
Streets say I need the old me
Nappy dreads off the codeine
Block niggas servin' dope fiend
Gold Rollies to a trophy
Fuck a deal I got street money
Keep money, plug keep comin'
Comin' strong, nothin' weak to me
Nick Cannon, Glocks keep drummin'
And the streets wit' me it ain't nowhere
Got all of these money I'ma show it
So who love you when no one there?
Who love you when no one care?
Pour a cup of that dirty
Might take me a Perc 30
Gotta watch out for who love me
Them the same people who hurt me
My momma said I might OD
I'ma a drinker, ma, I ain't worried
Gotta watch out in these streets
I'ma a thinker, ma, I ain't worried
Can't trust none of these niggas
Don't love none of these bitches
How they judging me, nigga?
I came up from these trenches
I might roll a blunt up for my people
I might pour a cup up for my people