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

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

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

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Yeah, yeah Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro Yeah, yeah Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah) Okay, okay, okay Evel Knievel, Pluto told his heaters "Leave n!gga in the freezer, " I'm big as a Beatle (Okay, okay) Fk on a diva, I'm hot than a fever (Woo) Put dope on one leaders more stripes than Adidas (Okay, okay) I got these regular hoes I got superstar hoes taking pictures of me like the feds Check out my video, lil' b!tch, that's silly, ho Got me with a mill' in jewelry, in the bed (Okay, okay) Grip the forty while I'm sleep in my hand (Drink it up) Drink the dope and I get cool as a fan (Drink it up) Turbo motor hot, I'm scorching in France (Skrrt-skrrt) B!tch, you bogus if you don't bring a friend (B!tch, you bogus) Came from nothing, you can't feel what I'm sayin' (Came up) Hundred shots, I gotta stick to the plan (One hundred) Sloppy toppy gotta get it again Shorty bopping, she just pushin' the brand Solo, but the hitters pulling up on demand Chauffer with the Phantom, I'm like Stunna when I land I ain't never sober, I got pills and I'm sharing Cop a new hammer with the cooler, it don't jam Took the show on the road getting bands on bands On the high, on the low, I'm the man, I'm the man (Man) Striking off, striking off, Porsche Cayenne (Strike out) Live it up, ran it up, got it expand I been drowning I been trying I been low All alone (Oh, oh, oh) Say you want me (Oh, oh, oh) Freebandz I been drowning Yeah, yeah (I been drowning) Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro Yeah, yeah (I been drowning) Yeah, yeah Got the hood in the trunk and that's my b!tch I'm a mogul, that make her a boss b!tch (Oh, woah) I'ma float on this sh!t like the coast clear I put dope on my block, make the dope flip (Oh, woah) I got work on me, n!gga, I got dog sh!t Get you hit in yo' sh!t, it won't cost sh!t Take a load and run through it in one minute With that mud in my system, I function Took her freestyle and turned it to cash I get fly to you, this not a caption When I got in this sh!t, I got hot in this sh!t I came through in a coupe, I was smashing (Oh, woah) I was good in the hood serving 'Phetamine Getting a billion to see what's ahead of me (Oh, woah) My real day ones, they ready catch felonies Going Richard Mille for the whole team Tote a stick and throw dice at the curb Ho, go fk on a n!gga I birthed If she lose, that's a choice and a curse You lil' n!ggas, I take you to church (Oh, woah) Yeah, yeah Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro (Oh, woah) Yeah, yeah, yeah Okay, okay Oh, woah No, no Lord, no Okay, okay (Lord, have mercy) Okay, okay (Jesus) Evel Knievel, Pluto told his heaters "Leave n!gga in the freezer, " I'm big as a Beatle (Okay, okay, Jesus) Fk on a diva, I'm hot than a fever (Woo) Put dope in one liters, more stripes than Adidas (Okay, okay, Jesus) I got these regular hoes I got superstar hoes taking pictures of me like the feds Check out my video, lil' b!tch, that's silly, ho Got me with a mill' in jewelry in the bed (Okay, okay) I need you Okay, okay Okay, okay