Lyrical Breakdown of Still Trappin feat. King Von - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Still Trappin feat. King Von" 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 "Still Trappin feat. King Von" 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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Von Von (go Grizz) Huh, huh, yeah (go, Hitmaka) Von This ain't OG This just smoke and this shit Thrax For real (this that Thrax for real) This that shit that have you chokin' and It got Tooka killed (It got Tooka killed, uh) Niggas chasin' clout and claimin' bodies they Ain't do for real (huh? What? Who? Huh? Damn, damn) And my bitch got ass shots But I promise that this strap is real (ayy, grrah, grrah, grrah) This ain't OG This just smoke and this shit Thrax For real (this that Thrax for real) This that shit that have you chokin' and it Got Tooka killed (It got Tooka killed, damn, huh?) Niggas chasin' clout and claimin' Bodies they ain't do for real (damn, huh?) And my bitch got ass shots But I promise that this strap is Real (damn, damn, grrah, grrah, grrah) Niggas ain't gon' shoot for real (uh-uh) They ain't gon' shoot for real (they ain't gon' shoot) Call up Muwop He grab his Glock (I call) and he gon' shoot to kill (grrah, grrah) I done hit stains for real, uh (huh? What?) Niggas ain't gang for real, uh (huh? What?) Niggas go to jail and tell (huh?) I done sent hits from my cell, damn (yeah) Bad bitch posted my bail, uh (uh-huh) Scream, "Fuck 12," uh (twelve) All these bales (fuck) came from the cartel (the cartel) They say I got mail, damn (I got mail, yeah) Who got nailed? (Who got nailed, huh?) That boy a trophy (what?) I'ma put him on the shelf (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) This ain't OG This just smoke and this shit Thrax For real (this that Thrax for real) This that shit that have you chokin' and It got Tooka killed (it got Tooka killed) Niggas chasin' clout and claimin' bodies they Ain't do for real (huh? What? Who? Huh? Damn, damn) And my bitch got ass shots But I promise that this strap is real (yeah, grrah, grrah, grrah) This ain't OG This just smoke and this shit Thrax For real (this that Thrax for real) This that shit that have you chokin' and it got Tooka killed (huh? What? It got Tooka killed, yeah) Niggas chasin' clout and claimin' bodies They ain't do for real (yeah, it's Murk) And my bitch got ass shots But I promise that this strap is real (damn, damn, gang, gang, grrah, grrah, grrah, huh) I ain't gon' lie, that lil' shit major, my hoes carry tasers (yeah) When it comes to this lil' paper, my shit come in pages (for sure) When I had to slow down off them drugs I had to go through phases (for sure) Even though we fightin' all them cases Keep them guns on stages (yeah, yeah, yeah, what?) Booka gave me X pills, told me chase it, but I cannot take it (yeah) Why these niggas actin' like they real When niggas know they fakin'? (niggas fakin') I can't take it He a bitch, just ho his ass Bro slide with a COVID mask (facts) Last opp, he overgassed (facts), smoke Goddamn, he got backdoored Goose, goose, he over gassed dope (dope) Loose screws, I'll buy they ass poles (gang) Fool, fool, don't change for the low (low) Goof dude, he a stain, he don't know (bitch) This .22 smoke (dawg) Doo, doo, that deuce-deuce blow (go) Boo-hoo, why you cryin'? You a ho (bitch) Fucked you, now he mad he ain't know (gang) This ain't OG This just smoke and this shit Thrax For real (this that Thrax for real) This that shit that have you chokin' and It got Tooka killed (it got Tooka killed, uh) Niggas chasin' clout and claimin' bodies they Ain't do for real (huh? What? Who? Huh? Damn, damn) And my bitch got ass shots But I promise that this strap is real (ayy, grrah, grrah, grrah) This ain't OG This just smoke and this shit Thrax For real (this that Thrax for real) This that shit that have you chokin' and it Got Tooka killed (huh? What? It got Tooka killed) Niggas chasin' clout and claimin' Bodies they ain't do for real (damn, huh?) And my bitch got ass shots But I promise that this strap is real (Damn, damn, grrah, grrah, grrah, uh)