Lyrical Breakdown of Grew Up - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Grew Up" 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 "Grew Up" 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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Memphis team, Paper Route (go, go) Flyin' packs landin' in the jugg house Yeah, yeah Ayy, Dolph I'm on the Paper Route too nigga I'm on the Paper Route too nigga My childhood friend grew up and became a Blood (yeah) But I grew up and made a living off of drugs (yeah) 70G's invested in my own whip (invest, yeah) '72 Chevelle same color as the Crips (yeah) My childhood friend grew up and became a Blood (yeah) But I grew up and made a living off of drugs (yeah) 70G's invested in my own whip (free bands, yeah) '72 Chevelle, same color as the Crips 72 Chevelle, same color as the Crips Same color diamonds in my motherfucking ears (ayy) The pastor in the church selling my grandmama hope Dolph in the hood, counting money, selling dope My childhood friend grew up and became a Blood But I grew up, got addicted to money and found the plug Police run in here, it's too much dope to flush Remember I count 200 bands and said this ain't enough (damn) Super sport with wet paint, big feet (whoa, damn) I pull up and kill shit, six feet (what? Ayy) One street, three spots, a hundred pounds Eight scales, ten straps, a thousand rounds My childhood friend grew up and became a Blood (yeah) But I grew up and made a living off of drugs (yeah) 70G's invested in my own whip (free bands, yeah) '72 Chevelle, same color as the Crips (yeah) My childhood friend grew up and became a Blood (yeah) But I grew up and made a living off of drugs (Yeah) 70G's invested in my own whip (free bands, yeah) '72 Chevelle, same color as the Crips My partner gang bang, but I ain't joined the gang (nah) Scooter run the fucking Black Amigo money gang (what up?) 50-thousand dollar ring, watch plain Jane (watchin') My nigga low-key Cali' creeping, and he'll bust a brain I do a lot of Cali business, they got cheap things (things) Flush this shit, I know I'm never going broke again Memphis team, Paper Route (go, go) Flying packs landing at the jugg house I grew up a hustler trappin' at my mama house When she go to work, I turn it to a crack house (yeah) '72 Chevelle same color, the Crips Dope with no smell, it go for 26 (yeah) My childhood friend grew up and became a Blood (yeah) But I grew up and made a living off of drugs (yeah) 70G's invested in my own whip (free bands, yeah) '72 Chevelle, same color as the Crips (yeah) My childhood friend grew up and became a Blood (yeah) But I grew up and made a living off of drugs (yeah) 70G's invested in my own whip (free bands, yeah) '72 Chevelle, same color as the Crips Patter flip off, money like a wendy's burglar Start big, I'm for a young nigga on a curber Run to casa, hustle crack off the worker Play with my dough, chop a bullet, might just murk ya (yeah) He said if I turned, mo' bitch only 20 Sellin' pills and weed, I was getting money Just another nigga made a million off of words Police arrest me like I made a million off of birds I flip the strip and made a lick, I'm the shit like a turd That choppa blow yo' ass away, yo' shoe left on the curb A nigga gotta make a way 'cause I ain't tryna loose I ain't givin' a ho, you can call me Scrooge (yeah) My childhood friend grew up and became a Blood (yeah) But I grew up and made a living off of drugs (yeah) 70G's invested in my own whip (free bands, yeah) '72 Chevelle, same color as the Crips (yeah) My childhood friend grew up and became a Blood (yeah) But I grew up and made a living off of drugs (yeah) 70G's invested in my own whip (free bands, yeah) '72 Chevelle, same color as the Crips