Lyrical Breakdown of 12 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "12" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Young Dolph weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "12" 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 Young Dolph 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 Young Dolph's narrative.
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I jumped off the porch when
I was 12 years old
I bought my first pack and
I had twelve things sold
I was flexing hard, I had twelve chains gold
I don't fuck with 12 man, you already know
I jumped off the porch when
I was 12 years old
I bought my first pack and
I had twelve things sold
I was flexing hard, I had twelve chains gold
I don't fuck with 12 man
You niggas just some hoes
Worldwide plug, I sent 'em to
Fifty thousand profit
Man just chilling in a bando
Styling in my trap, dog
This shit should be a movie
Maison Margiela's dog, these ain't no Gucci's
I bus the bowls, never touch the pot, nah
Cruise the world, with a thot, yeah
Man, these niggas better get with the program
These bitches trickin' on their daddy
Nigga you don't know now i keep it too real
You might get your feelings hurt
Nigga I get it out the mud
My momma say I'm doing dirt
It's Bino up in this bitch
And ain't none realer
More money, more problems, I got more killers
I jumped off the porch when
I was 12 years old
I bought my first pack and
I had twelve things sold
I was flexing hard, I had twelve chains gold
I don't fuck with 12 man, you already know
I jumped off the porch when
I was 12 years old
I bought my first pack and
I had twelve things sold
I was flexing hard, I had twelve chains gold
I don't fuck with 12 man
You niggas just some hoes
In the twelveth grade I knocked
Up on a bankroll
RIP to my lil' nigga Bankroll, yeah
One hundred and fifty bands on my left hand
Diamonds and gold
Down in ATL, left the 12 with four hoes
Bet them boys come sweat ya
Under pressure you gon' fold
My trap house on fire
But my heart is ice cold
Balling on these fuck niggas
Can't take it when I go
Just down 40, doubled back to get some more
I see police over here
I see police over there
Screaming "Free my nigga Gucci"
Also screaming "Fuck 12"
Jumped up off the porch, head first
By my fucking self
Been running circles around these
Niggas so long i'm running out of breath
I jumped off the porch when
I was 12 years old
I bought my first pack and
I had twelve things sold
I was flexing hard, I had twelve chains gold
I don't fuck with 12 man, you already know
I jumped off the porch when
I was 12 years old
I bought my first pack and
I had twelve things sold
I was flexing hard, I had twelve chains gold
I don't fuck with 12 man
You niggas just some hoes