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