Lyrical Breakdown of Chances - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Chances" 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 "Chances" 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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Got a spot in the suburbs, a trap house in the section 8
A coup in the front yard with a camera by the license plate
My watch cost a whip, my whip cost a crib
To get where I'm at you won't believe half of the shit I did
What you know about federal chances?
What you know about them life or death chances?
When you in the streets it's all about taking chances
I gotta get it under all circumstances
In the streets you gotta learn to take the bad with the good
When you think you doing bad you doing good
They ask me how I've been, I tell them I've been doing good
Ask the streets about me, they say that lil nigga Keef good
Hold on wait a minute, let's get this understood
The illest nigga in this shit, I put that on my hood
Ain't no nigga from my city done it like I done it
Speeding in that two-seater, you can hear me when I'm coming
Glancing at my camera, no I don't look in the rear view
Riding with my thick hood bitch straight out of Hillview
Trendy ass rappers, I hear you but I don't feel you
All that flodging getting old, my nigga, you mildew
Got a spot in the suburbs, a trap house in the section 8
A coup in the front yard with a camera by the license plate
My watch cost a whip, my whip cost a crib
To get where I'm at you won't believe half of the shit I did
What you know about federal chances?
What you know about them life or death chances?
When you in the streets it's all about taking chances
I gotta get it under all circumstances
Spent a hundred, lost a hundred
Invest two hundred and lost two more
I've done a lot of dirty shit, so I can't complain
I took it and rolled, losses come with the game
Wouldn't be the man I am today if I didn't take a chance
I played with that corner bitch and took her out to dance
I'ma tell you this here, if you play with her
Then you might as well be prepared to stay with her
I built my own lane and I ran with it
Got my weed lit, doing the whole dance in it
It's called get rich or either die trying
They say I'm dead fly, so I might die flying
Got a spot in the suburbs, a trap house in the section 8
A coup in the front yard with a camera by the license plate
My watch cost a whip, my whip cost a crib
To get where I'm at you won't believe half of the shit I did
What you know about federal chances?
What you know about them life or death chances?
When you in the streets it's all about taking chances
I gotta get it under all circumstances