Lyrical Breakdown of Young OG - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Nigga, don't tell me what niggas say about me Tell me why they feel comfortable telling you, yeah The saddest stories comes from those who once had the glory Had the foreigns, diamond watches and the baddest shorties Now they in their latter 40s, bunch of kids, scatted shorties No respect from the neglect, they call they daddy Corey I'm from a different cloth, that ain't the pattern for me It's levels to this shit, it's different categories (yea) Can't be like them niggas out here looking fat and gory They ain't never won no rings but be mad at Horry And talkin' 'bout, "man that nigga don't deserve that shit" Like I was really in these streets, I used to serve that shit We started from the bottom, had to topsy-turn that shit Get it while the gettings good after that preserve that shit My ex texted me last night, but I curve that shit Coulda end up hitting that, be too late to swerve that shit (ERR!) That's a young mistake, Lord knows I made me some (word) I love getting brain, that never made me dumb All that did was made me cum, swear these hoes made me numb (yea) Only feelings for this bitch - you been shoulda gave me some I knew niggas who had some bread never gave me crumbs (feel me) Drink the whole fucking juice and never saved me some (feel me) I know how young niggas feel, I had to live through shit See the world as constipated, nobody gon give you shit I learned that niggas gon be niggas, yeah we shouldn't do it But hoes gon be hoes, they just ain't admitting to it Where I been? Getting to it, goin' through and getting through it Running round killing shit, and telling cops I didn't do it (nice) That's why they call me Young OG And Ima spit this dope shit until my tongue OD I flew my shorty in from Cali and she brung OG She got me chillin in my city but my lungs OT And fuck them niggas online, reply why? Broke niggas talking cause it's free wifi, uhh "I hear you; you know the problem with you lil niggas? You think you know everything about the damn world. and you don't know shit I see you got yourself a lil business goin'; well that's good, that's good When you make that paper; but when you making paper you gotta learn some rules that go with it You gotta learn the difference between guns and butter It's two types of niggas in this world: they're niggas with guns and niggas with butter Now what are the guns? The guns, that's the realist thing It's stocks and bonds, artwork you know shit that appreciate with value What's the butter? Cars, clothes, jewelry - all that other bullshit that don't mean shit after you buy it That is what it's all about - guns and butter baby! Lil dumb motherfuckers"