Lyrical Breakdown of Switched Up - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Switched 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 "Switched 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.
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(Aye TM)
All the dawgs that watch yo' moves you gotta play 'em close
All them drugs stacked in one crib, that's what get raided most
I know one nigga who love to kill but he get faded first
You say Nuski name in vain, that's who gon' get it worst
Chasing who? Not chasing hoes, we chase the millions first
I had the hoes in my DMs when I had a Nicki verse
I'll cash you out for a whole thirty, you gotta get 'em first
You mix the ecstasy and Percocets, you itch the worst
Some of my homies played back then and now they still bogus
Quiet as kept, that door still open
And my niggas on whatever I'm on and I don't feel bogus
My mind eighty percent in the streets and I'm still focused
Who gave me hope when I need it?
'Nine and 22, gave the streets what they want, got 'em thinking that they beefing
Know what oppositions say, he quick, they think he Jesus
Told him he the only one get a pass, that nigga believed us
How you think you still real? You tricked up on your guys and shit
How you think you still 300, you switched up on your guys and shit
Letter to the opps, y'all niggas tricking on y'all lives and shit
Big teeth and end up in the casket, make 'em slide again
Went in for another bond but he got denied again
Cory Brooks told me slow down, but it's my pride again
Every time a nigga died, they'll blame my side again
And every bitch I fuck, I tell her bring her side a friend
Love me or hate me, bitches say I'm crazy, they don't wanna date me, oh
Love me or hate me, I ain't grow up rich, so the trenches, they made me, oh
I was finger fucking pistols 'fore I ever got a chance to go and finger fuck these bitches, oh
I'm regretting how I was raised, all my niggas went to jail
I had to fuck with different niggas, whoa, whoa, whoa
Fucking fancy bitches, got her dancing with the stars, got her feeling like a groupie ho
When I pull up in the trenches, they surround me by some killers, but I know that's how they do me now
When I be saying I'm the voice, I don't be tryna like
Tryna run niggas or tell 'em what to do or nothing like that
I just feel that the streets'll listen to me
And I'm saying that shit different, you know?