Lyrical Breakdown of Baby Boy ( Struggle) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Baby Boy ( Struggle)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Roddy Ricch weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Baby Boy ( Struggle)" 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 Roddy Ricch 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 Roddy Ricch's narrative.

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You don't know my struggle You don't know my Struggle You don't know my hustle You don't know my hustle Step pops gone try me had to show my muscle Fuck nigga don't trust u Fuck nigga don't trust u yeah This that baby boy shit Thus that baby Boy shit Im This that baby boy, that baby boy That baby boy shit It's that baby boy shit It's that baby boy shit It's that baby boy, that baby boy That baby boy shit Yeah, yeah Sixteen on my own, young nigga being grown Couldnt trap had to rob niggas Cause I ain't even have a phone I'm just tryna be a man, got me feeling all alone Ain't nobody to the right side So I had to go and do some wrong You don't know my struggle, niggas tryna eat Damn top ramen 4 a week Nigga barely even had a sheet Boy I wasn't rocking no designers Had the same Jordans on my feet I was talking bout being rich nigga When broke was really me yeah Swear to God they love to hate They'll fake it to your face They just wanna see you fall off They ain't tryna see you get the cake I remember I was starving Fake twenties had to bus' em I was swerving got the lean on me Had to stretch it out and roll a You don't know my struggle You don't know my struggle You don't know my hustle You don't know my hustle Step pops gone try me had to show my muscle Fuck nigga don't trust em Fuck nigga don't trust em, yeah It's that baby boy shit It's that baby boy shit It's that baby boy, that baby boy That baby boy shit It's that baby boy shit It's that baby boy shit It's that baby boy, that baby boy That baby boy shit Yeah, yeah Ricch nigga that's the stage name Yesterday I was just riding broke Put the [?] four back to bay [?] Robbing niggas and selling the dope Back in high shool I was fucked up I'm like how I'm gon pay for the bus So at night time I has hittin late to pay the phone bill for the month Yeah steal all the time for a nigga Go on take the top bunk Streets know I'm a lil nigga But I ain't never been a punk Most time I was on a flow Using coke for a pedal To a five star hotel one day it gon fill Now it's back to the flow Up and down got me seasick Hope God look out or me One day I'm a walk [?] Getting prayed up Forgive me for the way I came up Hook] You don't know my struggle You don't know my struggle You don't know my hustle You don't know my hustle Step out done try me had to show my muscle Fuck nigga don't trust you Fuck nigga don't trust you, no It's that baby boy shit It's that baby boy shit It's that baby boy, that baby boy That baby boy shit It's that baby boy shit It's that baby boy shit Fuck nigga don't trust you no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no, no, no, no Aye, aye And it [?] motherfucker Aye, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hey