Lyrical Breakdown of Real Estate - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Ugh Ya'll already know what it is man If they wanna know my name, they look up and see kush gang Ugh, its not a problem, we spending change Got the pedal to the medal when I pull up out the garage They feelin 'em at all, these n-ggas a mirage Handling my biz like a full body of massage, hands on N-ggas gon hate, hoes wanna menage Cops f-ck wit me hopin to get a charge Hoes leaving their man, f-ckin us cause our cars If its one thing I know, its smokin and living large Got me speedin down the interstate See what I'm eatin, wanna piece up off my dinner plate Hey she f-ckin me cause how I win a race Plus I aint cheap, I roll the reefer counting bigger cake Wait I'm talkin fast car, big estate Money come in cash plus in the bank N-gga don't believe me, throw it in your face Bitch im in the building like real estate They say I'm still the same You know it aint a thang 'Aint a damn thang changed Im gettin money, keep the champaigne comin Might crack a smile but aint a damn thang funny Im straight when you gettin money mafukas gonna hate Find the baddest bitch and get her number I dont even call her, feel like a million dollars When they make it They should put my face up on a million dollar bill Dollar bill, dollar bill Cause thats how I feel yup Cause thats how I feel yup Cause thats how I feel yup Cause thats how I feel yup When they make it They should put my face up on a million dollar bill Dollar bill, dollar bill Cause thats how I feel yup Cause thats how I feel yup Cause thats how I feel yup Cause thats how I feel yup Hey Ballin's not a hobby, its my occupation Hoes on my dick, thats my confirmation Couple stars with me, thats a constelation Jacksons, Grants, Benjys, thats my conversation Touch the pedal once, it look like I'm racing Eyes chinese, smoke like I'm jamacian V.I.P rollin' doobies up and face it 12 bottles of Rose, I'm on some gang sh-t Gettin all the sh-t, cake crumblin Aint nothin, told them lil n-ggas I take from 'em Laughin my all the way to the bank Tried to talk but they can't They just stand ther, e when they starin Hatin, mumblin What you make a year, I guarantee I spend it clubbin Started kinda hot, now its safe to say we bubblin 400 on a zip, blow it all day Another city, state, another mill to make They say I'm still the same You know it aint a thang 'Aint a damn thang changed Im gettin money, keep the champaigne comin Might crack a smile but aint a damn thang funny Im straight when you gettin money mafukas gonna hate Find the baddest bitch and get her number I dont even call her, feel like a million dollars