Lyrical Breakdown of Real Niggas Neva Die - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Real Niggas Neva Die" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Meek Mill weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Real Niggas Neva Die" 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 Meek Mill employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Im screaming fuck the other side
With my finger on the trigga
Real niggas neva die ladada
Real niggas neva die uh
I know u seen me bend the corner
Skinny nigga in the foreign
All the shit u niggas talkin
Ill begone it in the morning
Ill be outchea getting cake up
Nigga u a hater
Brought that bread to find u dead
Ill get u murdered for that paper
I got killas on my other line
Young nigga that'll kill your
Whole mothers ties
Pussy nigga catch yo bouncers
They don wanna die
187 mac 11 on my other side bet, bet
All yall niggas telling, rat pack
Imma king sippin ace of
Spade nigga black jack
I turn ur bitch into a groupie catch that?
Getting paper ur a hater
Mother fucker mash that
Im screaming fuck the other side With
My finger on the trigger
Real niggas neva die ladada
Real niggas neva die uh
I know u see me i know u see me
I know u see me i know u see me
I know the real neva die ladada ladada
Its alot of niggas mad
Cause im startin to get my money right
But nigga im just dream chasing
Catching up from them hungry nights
Tryna make it to the too from the bottom
If a nigga got a problem let
Me know what it is never been a fuck nigga
I don't give a fuck nigga
Lemme know wassup we'll just run
Up in ur shit all my niggas got it
All my niggas bout it
We gone feed the street
All my niggas violent call my nigga hul
Make him put him in the trunk
Fuck what these niggas talkin we
Can really get it poppin
Im from Jonesboro, they know wassup
All my niggas real so they it's us
And all em smokin on this Gilera
So all my nigga they rollin up mEEK!
WADDUP SNUPE?! U ain't gotta say no more
I got it swear to god I
Put it on my fuckin posse
My granny in the grave
But I bet she lookin down up in the sky
Like it is I my granny fly
Man I swear to god it's me
Man I put this shit for my streets
Nigga already know I put this on coup
Nigga he rest in peace
Any nigga fuck with me
Or any nigga in my circle
Imma kill yo stupid ass
So fuck a bitch and roll up purple
Rip lil snupe!