Lyrical Breakdown of Black Queen - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Black Queen" 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 "Black Queen" 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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Three tone chain, two tone watch, two tone drop
Oh my God, he too hot, he too hot
I stashed a million, forgot all about it and let the shit rot
Rich crack baby, mama and daddy both used to smoke rocks
Rich crack baby, now I'm smokin' kush with my mom and dad on a yacht
Same hood fucked my mom and dad up, I made a million off of that block
Yeah, I stay into it with that nigga, but this hustlin' shit come from my pops
You gave me a hard life, but I ain't trippin' though 'cause it made me a star
Pull up at the club, buy the bar, yeah
And I don't even drink, I drink raw, hah, ayy
Came in with a check on these bitches
You know I'ma flex on these bitches
Blue rocks 'round my neck on these bitches
Blue racks, I'm obsessed with these bitches
VVS's, they bitin', they vicious
Blue Rollie cost me 150
Slidin' dolo with my 30 with me
And my chocolate bitch, my Hershey's Kisses
Freshest nigga in the whole vicinity
Fake friends, worse than real enemies
Niggas from school like, "Remember me?"
"Nah, nigga, did I sell you some weed?"
I buy what I want and what I need
"Why you spend all that money on jewelry?"
Even though you was a crack-fiend, mama
You gave birth to a trap king, mama, hah
You gon' always be my trap queen, mama, damn
I mean, "always be my black queen," mama
I love you to death, it is what it is
Shit so crazy, you look just like my kids
You had me shootin' dice when I was six
Then I start smokin' before I was 10
You and my daddy, y'all made a trap baby
I been cuttin' all of these niggas off lately
Throw 50 racks, watch the strippers go crazy
No money involved, then I don't got the patience
I'm like LeBron, can't shit stop me
I was by myself, they was 8 deep when they shot me, heh
I smell pussy, I smell pussy
Sittin' in the Rolls-Royce smokin' a blunt of cookies
I woke up this morning and put on all Chanel
I still got my plug on standby and my scale
I still got my plug on standby and my scale
I still got my plug on standby and my scale
Hah, yeah
Three tone chain, two tone watch, two tone drop
Oh my God, he too hot, he too hot
I stashed the million, forgot all about it and let the shit rot
Rich crack baby, mama and daddy both used to smoke rocks
Rich crack baby, now I'm smokin' kush with my mom and dad on a yacht
Same hood fucked my mom and dad up, I made a million off of that block
Yeah, I stay into it with that nigga, but this hustlin' shit come from my pops
You gave me a hard life, but I ain't trippin' though 'cause it made me a star