Lyrical Breakdown of When I Was Little - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "When I Was Little" 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 "When I Was Little" 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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DY Krazy
I'll fuck your bitch, if she put it in
And I just ran up a hundred bands
Gave him my watch and he flooding it
Nut on her face and she rub it in
Niggas sippin' on the cutter ten
Bitch, I'm ballin' like Above the Rim
See my face cost another ten
Had a Ford, now I got a Benz
Honda 'Cord, we was trappin' in
See the stores they was runnin' in
Snatch and grab, got my bitch a bag
Eleven years, got nine in
New generation dying fast
Before the P's, had dime bags
Pinky ring cost nine stacks, yeah
You can't name a bitch that I ain't touch
Now I'm Balmain rocking, came long way from Von Dutch
Multiply and crush, shout out to scammers
Ain't no I in us, I'm too high to trust (trust)
I was fucked up when I was little
I ain't never had no money (let's get it)
I was fucked up when I was little (fucked up)
Now I got a whole lot of hunnids (drugs)
I didn't take drugs when I was little (turn up)
Percocet, sick to my stomach (get it)
I got two Beams, now you little (little)
You already know how I'm comin' (ay)
I was fucked up when I was little (gang)
I ain't never had no money (guns)
I was fucked up when I was little (money)
Now I got a whole lot of hundreds (shooters)
I didn't take drugs when I was little
Percocet, sick to my stomach
I got two Beams, now you little (let's get it)
You already know how I'm comin' (let's get it)
(Ay) I can litter you (turn up)
Stack them books, you political (let's get it)
I can litter you (litter you)
Bag on your head, get rid of you
You told on the audio
Nigga that's a interview
Got drugs in Idaho
Them'll come with chemicals
My skin inky, smoke that stinky
Don't drink that green shit, wedding ring my pinky
My bitch, she decent, she know I eat it
She say I'm freaky, she know I'm geekin'
New Prada, two straps
Cough syrup, two caps
My bank account (21, 21)
That forty cal (21, 21)
I fuck her, she (21, 21)
I got the pounds for, 21
I was fucked up when I was little
I ain't never had no money (let's get it)
I was fucked up when I was little (fucked up)
Now I got a whole lot of hunnids (drugs)
I didn't take drugs when I was little (turn up)
Percocet, sick to my stomach (get it)
I got two Beams, now you little (little)
You already know how I'm comin' (ay)
I was fucked up when I was little (gang)
I ain't never had no money (guns)
I was fucked up when I was little (money)
Now I got a whole lot of hundreds (shooters)
I didn't take drugs when I was little
Percocet, sick to my stomach
I got two Beams, now you little (let's get it)
You already know how I'm comin' (let's get it)