Lyrical Breakdown of Errbody - Remix - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Errbody - Remix" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Wayne weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Errbody - Remix" 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 Wayne employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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This shit here for errbody, errbody ... Errbody wanna be a dope boy Errbody wanna be a coke boy, errbody gotta choppa Errbody get money, errbody say they from the hood Errbody real but they not boy Err'bitch say that she a bad bitch Errbody on Instagram lookin' like (I ain't got Instagram) Errbody say they started from the bottom now they at the top Really had crack in the 90's Really hid guns from my momma, nigga ask about me Money, weed, pain pills, drank Four course meal, I got full off the appetizer Bitch I really got shooters right beside me Really got groupies in the lobby, hoopin' and the holl'in' And I really got bazookas with the silence Pointed right at your medulla oblongata Ramen noodles on your collar I maneuver like a cougar with the chopper Connoisseur, entrepreneur, pursuin' every dollar till I got 'em Got a crew of niggas who will get it poppin', if it's poppin' Ya'll newer niggas ain't really poppin', that's what's poppin' Got a crew of bitches come to pussy poppin', that's what poppin' And we gone do it big, astronomic, catastrophic Everybody said, that they fuckin' everybody Everybody sayin' that I'm fuckin' everybody Lil Tune Fuck that, we're still at the bottom Anybody get it Had to leave the streets cause everybody snitchin' Why these niggas marry strippers when they everybody bitches? My fault, that ain't everybody business Really got partners in the Feds Really transition out the street, really, really got some bread I'm a different type of nigga, I'ma play my position I like different type of bitches, payin' mortgage and tuition Why everybody tryna get likes, tryna get followers And every bad bitch is a model And everybody livin' pound blessed #NiggaWeMadeIt when everybody got problems I know a lot of rappers dead broke Livin' off a note, waitin' for the label to say go Fuck that, I'm independent, CMG still winnin' I done pull up in the white Ferrari, Lam, Lamborghini, screamin' Everbody wanna say that they the best rapper on Earth Too full of yourself, everyday ya'll suck Need a pat on the back 'til ya'll burp I've been gettin' money everyday Since before rappers started wearing these skirts And your girl say my dick like a 9 to 5 So everyday I be puttin' in work Everybody ain't built for the spotlight Everybody ain't got this watch Everybody got 99 Problems But ain't got sacks like JJ Watt I smoke that Silverhaze, that Train Wreck That Blueberry, that Blue Cheese Thousand dollar belt around the waist, mothafucka Ya'll dragonfly, I'm Bruce Lee While I was on the 4th, ya'll was on the 3rd Never slung a quarter, never slung a bird But I kill any rapper sippin' lean, smokin' green On a hot 16 and that's my motherfuckin' word Been gone too long, but I'm coming back around So I'm guessin' everybody can't catch up How we go from OG to the Freshman class? Tell these niggas I'm next up