Lyrical Breakdown of We Livin' Like That - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "We Livin' Like That" 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 "We Livin' Like That" 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.
• 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 Wayne's narrative.

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I'ma put my niggas where my heart go (heart go) Burner by the car door Also the torso, point it at your cornrows (cornrows) Shoot 'em where his thoughts go (bah) What you said? I thought so You don't wanna spark woe (nope) 'Cause I'm feeling like charcoal (ayy) I'm feeling like a lost soul Boy, I'm in war mode (war mode) Highway to Heaven, nigga (errp) I can take you off-road Even though I'm way up, I still finesse (I still finesse), yeah Even though I'm prayed up, I feel possessed (dang) I don't know, man It's like lately (lately), I ain't been myself (nope) I look into the mirror and I see somebody else I don't recognize the face that I wear (damn) I look into my eyes and ain't nobody there and I'm sleeping with a bitch I don't know (who is you?) She sleeping with the dick down her throat, oh lord What if some niggas kick down the door? I shoot it out then hide behind the ho Nigga, what, I'm living like that, yeah Nigga, what, I'm living like that, yeah (yeah) Nigga, what? You can die like that Don't try like that Sour grapes, nigga, 'cause you whine like brats I don't see these niggas 'cause they shine like black I'ma throw some bullets in the sky, nice catch In the sky blue 'vette repping Piru set (suwoop) Hop up out that bitch like Batman (yeah) You get a toe tag quicker than a hashtag (haha) I cut his feet off, tell that nigga tap dance I cut his wings off, make a nigga crash land (woo) I need a theme song, nigga, I'm a masked man You talk trash, nigga, only to the trash man (yeah) These pussycat niggas need a CAT scan (yeah) I'm a mob boss asking what the crime cost (yeah) On my high horse seeing who I can buy off (yeah) Got a chauffeur somewhere up in my garage lost Got some codeine poured up for a dry cough Nigga, I'm living like that (pour up), yeah Nigga, what, I'm sipping like that (pour up), yeah Lord, they can take me away, carry me in the wind Bury me with a grin Salary may offend Now a bad-ass bitch sharing me with her friend And I started from the bottom like a tree with a stem (woo) Now I feel like 50 Cent 'cause I see many men Wish death upon me like a genie with them But I put the burner barrel to his beanie and brim And leave a blood pool, put on your bikini and swim (woo) Motherfucker, don't try, don't you even attempt (yeah) I don't even want beef, I want linguine and shrimp Lamborghinis and martinis and a suite full of nymphs Fat stinky backwood, a swisher sweet with some length, boy And when it's them I got the heat with the nth (yeah) Magazine extend, and my Nina a twin I don't know two other bad sisters meaner than them I call them Venus and Serena, they hyena your limbs And we livin' like that, yeah (yeah) Nigga, what? You could get it like that (like that, nigga), yeah I'ma put my niggas where my heart go (heart go) Burner by the car door (car door) Also the torso, point it at your cornrows (cornrows) Shoot 'em where his thoughts go (bah) What you said? I thought so You don't wanna spark woe 'Cause I'm feeling like charcoal (ayy) I'm feeling like a lost soul Boy, I'm in war mode (war mode) Highway to Heaven, nigga I can take you off-road, I can take you off-road Woah Welcome to the crossroads Woah, yeah See, one thing about me, nigga I don't give two fucks about these niggas I'm three ticks from bombing, nigga I'm four sips from drowning, nigga I'm five star if you're counting, nigga Tunechi