Lyrical Breakdown of Where They Go - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Where They Go" 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 "Where They Go" 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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(Ayo Bleu) (Turn Me Up Josh) (Young Cutta run it up) Boy Yeah Let's get it I wake up and I be feelin' I'm the realest Standin' on my business, takin' care of my children Late for court, I damn near hit civilian I'm not trippin', I'm tryna get millions Voice of the streets and all my niggas with it I'm the same nigga, ain't nothin' different This just a message, I hope the streets can hear me You traded on me, man, that had me trippin' I stopped sippin' lean, but I steady pop prescription (yeah, yeah) Jakes on my dick, so I be duckin' the district (yeah, yeah, yeah) Somebody tell Pluto I ain't have time to listen (oh) Chiraq, I'm Jordan, so I wonder who Pippen? What I do with this money, they standing on business My lil' brother, he a big dawg, he coppin' the Bentley And I ain't gotta have no condo to be on top of the city Speakin' real shit, but the ones I cut off probably don't feel me They used to be around for this cash, I'm like, "Where they go?" They used to be around for that look, I'm like, "Where they go?" They say they ass is my brother, but I'm like, "Where it go?" They swear they have my back, but I'm like, "Where it go?" Too many bitches around me, I'm like, "Where they go?" Keep the city around me, I'm like, "Whoa, whoa" Keep the trenches around me and I'm like, "Oh, whoa" Keep the streets around me, I'm like, "Oh, oh" Ayy, Shmurda, turn the streets up Before I buy love, I'll buy my kids V-Bucks Lamb' truck, Rolls truck, Bentley truck, three trucks Ninety thousand for DeeDee bond, I still gave him a few bucks Tell my niggas don't play with me if they thinkin' I'ma leave 'em I don't care what they did for you, just hit me up if you need somethin' Keep drivin', I see them now Bitches all in my DMs now Real rare you gon' see me cry Fuckin' all on his BM now And I be all in my feelings, oh That shit hurt my soul See they ain't hear if they ain't listenin' They ain't tryna help my glow They used to be around for this cash, I'm like, "Where they go?" They used to be around for that look, I'm like, "Where they go?" They say they ass is my brother, but I'm like, "Where it go?" They swear they have my back, but I'm like, "Where it go?" Too many bitches around me, I'm like, "Where they go?" Keep the city around me, I'm like, "Whoa, whoa" Keep the trenches around me and I'm like, "Oh, whoa" Keep the streets around me, I'm like, "Oh, oh"