Lyrical Breakdown of YRH - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "YRH" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Migos weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "YRH" 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 Migos 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 Migos's narrative.
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808 Mafia, 808 Mafia, 808 Mafia
(Migo) this beat itself so rich
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga
Chasin' the cheese macaroni (macaroni) (pop-grrah)
Keep the pocket rocket on me (pop-grrah)
Hell nah, we won't fuck with no phonies (no)
You can tell yo' bitch we some young rich homies (woo)
Young rich homies, young rich homies (rich)
You can tell yo' bitch we some young rich homies (go)
Young rich homies, young rich homies
You can tell broke nigga we some young rich homies (go)
Okay, now all my niggas violent (okay), all my niggas violent (okay)
We ain't even sign no deal yet (nah), me and Migos we mobbin' (Migo)
I'm like all my niggas violent (yeah), all my niggas violent (we violent)
No Master P (Quavo), but we 'bout it, say all my niggas violent
No Master P, but I'm 'bout it, 'bout it (uh)
Tell yo' bitch we the young rich homies, better slow your roll jabroni
Run up on the block, they shoot somethin' (bah)
Walkin' around with that that Tommy gun
Young niggas in the hood love the Molly Santan (go)
When they pop it, they'll chew it like some bubble gum (money)
Can't fuck with the plug, that nigga be taxin'
So I had to make a mission like the famous Jett Jackson
Got all these pocket rockets on my body (woo)
Lookin' like a young nigga got go-go gadgets (grrah)
Look at yo' bitch and she ratchet (ratchet)
Still beat the pot up like Cassius (beat it up)
Make the work disappear like magic (huh)
Hit the plug in China town, order up another package
Okay, now all my niggas violent (okay), all my niggas violent (okay)
We ain't even sign no deal yet (nah), me and Migos we mobbin' (Migo)
I'm like all my niggas violent (yeah), all my niggas violent (we violent)
No Master P, but we 'bout it, say all my niggas violent
Cha-cha-chasin' the cheese macaroni (macaroni) (pop-grrah)
Keep the pocket rocket on me (pop-grrah)
Hell nah, we won't fuck with no phonies (no)
You can tell yo' bitch we some young rich homies (woo)
Young rich homies, young rich homies (rich)
You can tell yo' bitch we some young rich homies (go)
Young rich homies, young rich homies
You can tell broke nigga we some young rich homies (go)
Okay, now all my niggas violent (okay), all my niggas violent (okay)
We ain't even sign no deal yet (nah), me and Migos we mobbin' (Migo)
I'm like all my niggas violent (yeah), all my niggas violent (we violent) (Offset)
(Migo) no Master P, but we 'bout it, say all my niggas violent
Young, rich and we ruthless (young nigga), wipe me down, no Boosie (wipe me down)
Blue diamonds, no Tookie (blue diamond), I got J's, nigga, like Pookie (J's)
I'm cookin', whippin' them dueces, Steven Spielberg, make movies (movies)
You smokin' on that boat weed, and we smokin' on them cookies (yeah)
Woke up in a mansion, but I went to sleep in them trenches (trench')
Started off in them Honda Accords, now I'm ridin' in them Bentleys (skrrt-skrrt)
Your bitch fuck with a young nigga, I'm dunkin' her like Timothy (Tim dunkin')
Them bullets, just like Ritalin (grrah), make a nigga calm down instantly (grrah)
Ask your mama, ask your bi-bitch, I grab the fork and I cook up a brick
I grab the pint and I pour up six (I'm pourin' it), Actavis, I don't do Qualitest (lean)
Lettuce and cabbage and broccoli (cash)
I'm cookin' up catfish, tilapia (fishes), and I got flounders (fishes)
Got yo' bitch fuckin' on camera (smash)
Hell nah, we don't fuck wit' no phonies (yeah)
Tell yo' bitch we some young rich homies (your bitch)
Just left my jeweler, so much ice on my neck, got pneumonia
Giuseppe stepper, Christian Louboutin's, and Maison Margiela
(The stove hot the block hot middle of the summer wearin' leather)
Chasin' the cheese macaroni (macaroni) (pop-grrah)
Keep the pocket rocket on me (pop-grrah)
Hell nah, we won't fuck with no phonies (no)
You can tell yo' bitch we some young rich homies (woo)
Young rich homies, young rich homies (rich)
You can tell yo' bitch we some young rich homies (go)
Young rich homies, young rich homies
You can tell broke nigga we some young rich homies (go)
Okay, now all my niggas violent (okay), all my niggas violent (okay)
We ain't even sign no deal yet (nah), me and Migos we mobbin' (Migo)
I'm like all my niggas violent (yeah), all my niggas violent (we violent)
No Master P, but we 'bout it, say all my niggas violent, yeah