Lyrical Breakdown of Myb - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Myb" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Kevin Gates weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Myb" 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 Kevin Gates employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Dear heavenly Father, I
Come to you seeking comfort in depressed times
This is a depressed time
Luca Brasi
Every rapper in the game will say they sold cocaine
Never went to jail, was never on no chain
Always throwing crosses, that's what lil' hoes get
Claim to be a boss, but you a lil' broke bitch
Reason you alive, ain't the niggas you run with
I was in the cell witchu and you ain't run shit
Told me, put my shoes on
But you ain't scratched
I wreck hall and jack off and then was so laid back
For niggas you would make calls, don't that sound like draft?
When I call the bitch you love, she get here oh so fast
Fucking right I read my bible, I believe in God
Yeah, you punched me in my shit, but you did not hit hard
I have respect for every man and demand you respect me
Nigga still alive, he lying if he say he jacked me
Rather stand alone before I pull a nigga dick
All you pussy rappers just be pulling nigga's dick, bitch
Behind my name, I'm standing tall and will die any day
As I grew wise, I thought I put that foolish pride away
If you cross, can't take a loss, I can't walk away
There's no way in hell I'd ever let you walk away
R-E-S-P-E-C-T this heat, I keep that Glock with me,
Caught two pistol charges, still got my L's and reciprocity,
Never be a celebrity, all this beef, where the broccoli?
I'm obviously not wrapped too tight, you probably better off offing me
A nigga better watch how he talk to me
Like how I watch how I talk on my cell
Don't answer my phone from rap niggas
I get calls way more often from jail
Swear it was so hot out on my block, we all thought it was hell
On the ends of this syrup tryna mend this broken heart
From all the betrayal
Sold it before it got off the scale
Re-up and do it again
Shot it out so many times, got to see who was truly my friend
I was one deep in deep thought
Thinkin' everybody tryna con across me
It's getting hard to be humble, tryna get this bad karma off me, Starlito
I have respect for every man and demand you respect me
Nigga still alive, he lying if he say he jacked me
Rather stand alone before I pull a nigga dick
All you pussy rappers just be pulling nigga's dick, bitch
Behind my name, I'm standing tall and will die any day
As I grew wise, I thought I put that foolish pride away
If you cross, can't take a loss, I can't walk away
There's no way in hell I'd ever let you walk away
Roger hand me Smithn' 22 and win me fourteen six
If I lost you with the multiple, you don't know shit
Sixteen through 52's, you got you four bricks
But it probably was in vein 'cause you won't score shit
Beau talked about me bad, I'm like, not my boy
When I got his bitch pregnant, bet it broke his heart
Go on ahead and get some get back, go fuck my bitch
I'll let you in on a lil' secret, nigga, she not shit
First ole' lady crushed my feelings, I ain't been hurt since
Whole family full of gangstas and we both know this
If a sucker run up on me he can get bent up
Hold it down for my real niggas still pent up, Luca Brasi