Lyrical Breakdown of Turn Myself In - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Turn Myself In" 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 "Turn Myself In" 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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Ooh
Squat made the beat
Turn me up, Josh
Ooh
Go Grizz
Ooh
W-W-W-Winner's Circle
Yeah, yeah, yeah, God, can you hear me?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas ain't really with me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, main homies turned against me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, heard the story, think I'm finished
Yeah, yeah, yeah, give my lawyer a hundred and fifty
Ooh, oh
I wish I would turn myself in before I fuck one last time
I wish I would turn myself in before I pour up one pint
I wish I would turn myself in without kissin' my kids, no, it ain't right
I wish I would turn myself in without playin' that shit back that night
I wish I would turn myself in without droppin' my album
I wish I would put trust in a nigga knowin' they goin' sour
I told 'em I wish I would, I fuck her in the butt, go douche
Told her put a big bag on my books, make sure my artists get pushed
Look up at the judge, can't look, stay makin' up lies for sure
I'm a innocent man for sure, it is what it is for sure
Nobody gon' ride, had a warrant so I can't hide
India gon' stay by my side, I did a song with Chance tonight
He gave me positive vibes, to better my image for life
I turn myself in tonight, head down with these cuffs on, then read me my rights
Yeah, yeah, yeah, God, can you hear me?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas ain't really with me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, main homies turned against me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, heard the story, think I'm finished
Yeah, yeah, yeah, give my lawyer a hundred and fifty
Ooh, oh
I got 5 million followers, I need 5 million dollars
I scream "Free Melly" from my cell even though they ain't got 'em
Mmm, free Von, free Zoo, even though they got the same problem
Mmm, false accusation, why they name droppin'?
They wanna know if I'm rappin' or robbin', takin' these drugs for family problems
I get a call, I call my mama, mmm, I'm sorry
I get a bond, I'm givin' them property, no, I can't tell, that's part of the policy
If you don't fuck with me, nigga, then fuck you, but I show love for niggas apart of me
I went from Margielas to state shoes, Amiri denims to jump suits
Locked in a cell with a curfew, in population, they can hurt you
No PC, commissary and receipts, fan mail, I gotta reread
New rappers wanna be me, can't be me, I'm gangsta
Yeah, yeah, yeah, God, can you hear me?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas ain't really with me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, main homies turned against me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, heard the story, think I'm finished
Yeah, yeah, yeah, give my lawyer a hundred and fifty
Ooh, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, God, can you hear me?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas ain't really with me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, main homies turned against me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, heard the story, think I'm finished
Yeah, yeah, yeah, give my lawyer a hundred and fifty
Yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas ain't really with me