Lyrical Breakdown of YSL - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "YSL" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Uzi Vert weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "YSL" 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 Lil Uzi Vert 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 Lil Uzi Vert's narrative.
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We gettin' money, man, fuck all that hatin' shit
This nigga trippin'
Why y'all niggas not—
Bro, Ikey, I'm 'bout to start—give me my weed, bro
He gon' start jumpin'
That nigga smokin' gas, that nigga losing his mind
He gon' start jumpin'
He thought I was gon' beat his ass
You know, tell 'em where you from, shorty
I'm from 56 and shit, ah
Tell 'em where you from, shorty, hurry up
5600, nigga, Lansdowne, nigga, how I be rockin' and how I be layin', nigga
That's my West Philly, nigga, you already know it, uh-huh
You know I'm a—I'm a North Philly nigga, you already know that, man
Rest in peace, my nigga Chico
Rest in peace, my nigga Nine, man
Rest in peace, my nigga Wee
Rest in peace, my nigga Doodot (Yeah)
And we ain't gon' give these niggas fame, but my nigga Ikey had that nigga bitch out in LA
Fuck that bitch
And I had—and I had that nigga bitch in LA, that other nigga bitch
Stop lyin', nigga, you had nobody bitch
Just talked to Future, he in Dubai
We not there yet but I got my whole damn crew high
Put Spikey and Ikey in Dior, yeah, that suit tie
Ikey smilin' like, "No more, I don't gotta move dimes"
Boy, you better have a lot of patience, yeah, 'cause you can't move time
I was just with my grandma sleeping on futons
Give her what she want 'cause deep down scared to lose her
She asked for five racks and I give her that two times
Yeah, I give her that two times
Doin' good for yourself, they wanna shoot ya
Stop tryna finesse me out my mula (Yeah)
I don't go nowhere without my ruler
Ruler (Yeah, yeah)
Ruler (Whoa)
Ruler (Huh?)
Ruler (Bah)
Ruler (Ooh, yeah)
Ruler (What?)
Ruler
Ruler
Ruler (Bah-bah)
Ruler (Bah)
Ruler (Yeah)
Ruler (What?)
Ruler (Hey, hey)
Ruler (Hey)
That's why I don't go nowhere without my ruler
In Vegas I stay at Venetian with a cougar
She talked to me when she right on her knees, said, "I can't believe I blew ya"
That girl, she like to come kick it with me 'cause her boyfriend is a loser
Making sound effects, I hit from the back, yeah, she got me just like, "Ooh, yeah" (Woo)
I just started gettin' this money, I guess you can call it new racks (Yeah)
Countin' them blue stacks
Yeah, that's them blue racks
Yeah, that's them blue racks
Yeah, that's them blue racks
Yeah, feels so good when you can do that
That's my old whip, come to my new shop (Skrrt)
Got a red drop (Yeah)
Got a blue drop (What?)
Got a red dot
Got a blue dot
I can't be the shooter right now 'cause I'm smoking Moon Rock
Ruler (Yeah, yeah)
Ruler (Whoa)
Ruler (Huh?)
Ruler (Bah)
Ruler (Ooh, yeah)
Ruler (What?)
Ruler
Ruler
(DP on the beat)
Ruler (Bah, bah)
Ruler (Bah)
Ruler (Yeah)
Ruler (What?)
Ruler (Hey, hey)
Ruler (Hey)
That's why I don't go nowhere without my ruler