Lyrical Breakdown of Real in My Veins (feat. T-Shyne) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Real in My Veins (feat. T-Shyne)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Young Thug weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Real in My Veins (feat. T-Shyne)" 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 Young Thug 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 Young Thug's narrative.

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Tell them pussy niggas take a look at what they done created Ooh, Mario I got real runnin' through my veins I put VVS's in my chains Remain the same, don't change up, no name And most these niggas change up for change I'm just sayin' tell them pussy niggas take a look at what they created Tell the whole circle look at what they done created Tell the cops they gon' start chaos if they raid it Commanding war, make somebody bleed Now I ain't worry 'bout you, gettin' past these fuckin' bouncers Tell the critics that they talkin' 'bout the fuckin' founder Tell Scott I'm on the way, I'm gettin' fuckin' faded Call your momma Thugger, tell her that you fuckin' made it Came from the ground to the top, uh I'm 'bout to rob you some rocks, uh I'm 'bout to set up a shop, uh I'm 'bout to buy back the block, uh I got respect for the 'Wop, uh First nigga gave me a knot, uh I put some keys in the pot, uh She got Versace on her crotch, uh It's purple, but this is not Watson, uh I make that bitch squirt, it's a thot, uh I turn a lil' bitch to a lot, uh My watch on the floor, need a mop, uh Rob Jack if he come out the box, uh I got a tail on, it's a fox, uh I'm banging that fire, fox, uh My bitch get wild, uh Bloody cross on like a pastor Cooking fish scale with no batter-er-er-er Chains on me like Jerry Springer beezy I repent for my sins everyday I got real runnin' through my veins I put VVS's in my chains Remain the same, don't change up, no name Most these niggas change up for change You keep playin' and you get knocked off I hate to say it but I'm ready for the pop off Got lil' mama outta drum talkin' top throat She said she ready, let's get it I got combos I'm talkin' junk food, eat me up like mumbos Beat it up, got me hoppin' off the top rope Beat it up, got me slidin' off the sliding board Leave it stuck, man lil' shawty ain't cleaned out tho' I got my money up and I heard that you want some Nigga moon walkin', Michael Jackson moves I got latitude, I got gratitude And if you look up at the moon, you'll see my attitude I got real runnin' through my veins I put VVS's in my chains Remain the same, don't change up, no name Most these niggas change up for change I'm just sayin' tell them pussy niggas take a look at what they done creating Tell the whole circle look at what they done created Tell the cops they gon' start chaos if they raid it Commandin' war, made somebody bleed Now I ain't worry 'bout you gettin' past these fuckin' bouncers Tell the critics that they talkin' 'bout the fuckin' founder Tell Scott I'm on the way, I'm gettin' fuckin' faded Call your momma Thugger, tell her that you fuckin' made it Yeah I got real runnin' through my veins I heard they tryna find us out in Vegas Different frames, I got fifty shades I called my dad and told him that we made it Lately, I've been riding in that Ghost So much stress, they thinking that I'm gon' overdose You talk shit, and you get comatose All this money, we gon' need a moat My bitch is bad, so designer, she gon' need it C at the bottom of her feet like she Jesus (Chanel) Pussy wetter, so I'm seasick And we done made it out the struggle, best believe it Aye I got real runnin' through my veins I put VVS's in my chains Remain the same, don't change up, no name Most these niggas change up for change I'm just sayin' tell them pussy niggas take a look at what they done creating Tell the whole circle look at what they done created Tell the cops they gon' start chaos if they raid it Commandin' war, made somebody bleed Now I ain't worry 'bout you gettin' past these fuckin' bouncers Tell the critics that they talkin' 'bout the fuckin' founder Tell Scott I'm on the way, I'm gettin' fuckin' faded Call your momma Thugger, tell her that you fuckin' made it