Lyrical Breakdown of Real - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Ay, for real Ay, ay, ay This for my niggas hold it down for real On the block riding round and they gripping on the still Send 100 pounds right to you for real Yeah, designer down, I got drip for real Ay, is you real? Catch me in the streets moving past moving still Got my niggas with me, yeah, you know that they for real Got my niggas with me, yeah, we do this shit for real 100 pounds to your town, yeah Ship 'em round, they touch down, yeah Ship 'em round, we'll whip it out, yeah Keep it round Keep them sticks around, yeah Lotta money, yeah Lotta Gucci, yeah, yeah Balenciaga's Keep the designer yeah Chandelier, chandelier, yeah On my ear, in my ear, yeah This for my niggas hold it down for real On the block riding round and they gripping on the still Send a 100 pounds right to you for real Yeah Designer down I got drip for real Ay, is you real? Catch me in the streets moving past moving still Got my niggas with me, yeah, you that they for real Got my niggas with me, yeah, we do this shit for real This shit exotic This shit is Zaza I still send a hunnid Papa like RaRa I ain't with the RaRa Ain't with the tussling No, I get the bussin' quick Shout out my niggas yeah Ay, move around like the President Touchdown with them bricks, nigga a hunnid trips Yeah, back and fourth Ain't with the back and fourth No, yes of course, we pull up with that torch, yeah Spark shit We get it pop a tent, yeah Bad bitch She let it pop it ten, yeah Hop up in, brand new Benz, yeah Cartier my lens two percent 10 This for my niggas hold it down, for real On the block riding round and they gripping on the still Send 100 pounds right to you for real Yeah, designer down I got drip for real Ay, is you real? Catch me in the streets moving past moving still Got my niggas with me, yeah, you know that they for real Got my niggas with me, yeah, we do this shit for real Is you real baby? Is you real baby? Driving in that Rari crazy, in that Rari crazy Copping you a new Mercedes Fuck a new Porsche Fuck a Range Ror, ay, ay That's your cars That's your car, ay