Lyrical Breakdown of Young N Dumb - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Young N Dumb" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Polo G weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Young N Dumb" 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 Polo G 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 Polo G's narrative.
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We was out here gangbangin' now
Posted on the block, my chain swangin'
Oh, to be young and dumb, don't believe in one-on-ones
Thirty clip the AR and we love them drums
From where niggas die, gotta be smart and keep you a gun
My homie died, heard his mama cry, R.I.P. to her son
Wasn't on point, he'd be alive, he ain't get to run
Livin' every day hopin' we survive, this the life of the slums
In that black hearse, took his last ride, in the dirt, now he done
So much goin' on, I can't feel a thing, I think that I'm numb, uh, uh
Pay attention to detail
Made a million off my email
Out in Malibu steppin' on seashells
But it could be a Glock 23 shell
Was stuck in the hood but I prevailed
Where I come from, we don't see Yale
Block baby, I'm a trap scholar
I really studied them streets well
Eyeball the work, we don't need scales
I got baking soda on resale
He'll do anything not to see jail
No respect if he act like a female
He really a bitch, uh
I gave my glizzy a switch
Four seconds, we empty a stick
Bro just like Curry, he really don't miss, uh
Oh, to be young and dumb, don't believe in one-on-ones
Thirty clip the AR and we love them drums
From where niggas die, gotta be smart and keep you a gun
My homie died, heard his mama cry, R.I.P. to her son
Wasn't on point, he'd be alive, he ain't get to run
Livin' every day hopin' we survive, this the life of the slums
In that black hearse, took his last ride, in the dirt, now he done
So much goin' on, I can't feel a thing, I think that I'm numb
Society got too many distractions
Every problem don't need a reaction
Toughest niggas, they be in the past tense
Even though kept his heat, he was lackin'
Lost his homie, he seen the shit happen
Knee-deep in that beef, it was crackin'
All this trauma increasin' the damage
Hot shit with 'em demons attractin'
This shit'll leave you writin' love letters from a county cell
Have you fight in your sleep 'cause you haunted from soul odors, dead body smell
Face to face with the devil and he got control on him 'cause he know him well
He just hopin' the Lord gon' give him another chance 'fore he go to Hell
Oh, to be young and dumb, don't believe in one-on-ones
Thirty clip the AR and we love them drums
From where niggas die, gotta be smart and keep you a gun
My homie died, heard his mama cry, R.I.P. to her son
Wasn't on point, he'd be alive, he ain't get to run
Livin' every day hopin' we survive, this the life of the slums
In that black hearse, took his last ride, in the dirt, now he done
So much goin' on, I can't feel a thing, I think that I'm numb