Lyrical Breakdown of Suicide - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Polo G weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Suicide" 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 Polo G 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 Polo G's narrative.

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Reapyy (Haze, call me back) Uh-uh-uh, uh (ayo, Shoki, this go-) My mama told me, "Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides" Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right Fuck the police 'cause they act like e'rythin' we do a crime Free all my niggas up the road, yeah, there's doin' time I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide? Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide? We don't play shit ain't allowed Disrespect, I bet .40 go, "Baow" Been a minute, ain't drop in a while But somethin' keep tellin' me, "Fuck them, play foul" Youngin' just 20, richest in my city Made it this far and I stuck to the vow I ain't changin' for nothin', they see how I'm comin' I got here myself, they like, "How?" I was hungry, out there tryna eat Hit the studio, it's pockets of loud Now it's Fogo for lunch with the Chão Wake up the chef and that shit throwin' down Young nigga lavish livin', but I'm savage driven I done ran it up way more than miles Get the fuck out my face with them smiles You don't want beef, then boy, you better bow Young nigga, treacherous how I move, it's my style If you interested lookin', don't think about bookin' Just know ain't no pattin' me down Know the police be watchin' my moves In too deep, I can't turn it around 'Cause it keepin', I'm takin' that risk I know niggas pray to see me in the ground Uh, my mama told me, "Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides" Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right Fuck the police 'cause they act like everythin' we do a crime Free all my niggas up the road, yeah, there's doin' time I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide? Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide? For B Money, throwin' Bs, TTG, that be the mafia R.I.P. to 3, if he was alive, he would've shot at ya My lil' shorty T, he gon' squeeze and lift that chopper up Ten thousand degrees, so I can't see a team that's hot as us Slide, slide, foenem up them beams, we gon' dot 'em up Five guys, if you want that beef, we gon' chop it up Hoodies on like Assassin's Creed, we keep Glocks with us Grippin' chrome like that's all I need to get the opps to flux Empty promises, it's like I'm starin' at a blank note How my block get rich? That come from chasin' them pesos Don't do politics, I only hang with my Draco We start poppin' shit, you know I can't go, I can't go My mama told me, "Fuck a friend, they be choosin' sides" Hate to admit it, but it turns out that you was right Fuck the police 'cause they act like everythin' we do a crime Free all my niggas up the road, yeah, there's doin' time I'm in the trenches with the goons who be shootin' pipes They flip this bitch and every tool gon' get utilized Ayy, don't you know that tryin' us is suicide? Ayy, listen, don't you know that tryin' us, that's suicide?