Lyrical Breakdown of Having Things - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Having Things" 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 "Having Things" 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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(What the fuck is this?) Ayy, ayy, who that?
Just another dope boy having things (that's me nigga)
Just another dope boy having things, man
Just another dope boy having things, man
Just another dope boy having things, man
Just another dope boy having things
You know it's more money than this motherfucking problems
I went and got more money and got more motherfucking trouble
Half of my partnas sellin' dope and the other half robbin'
All my niggas mobsters
Million dollar meeting at the round table over Promethazine, laughable
These fake niggas imposters, you ain't never had no plug
You ain't never got no pack
You ain't never ever send the bitch through the airport with a hundred stacks
Hope she make it safe, and I pray to God that she make it back
I told my neighbourhood in California
19 with five plugs, put that on my momma
We chasin' commas
Just another dope boy having things (that me nigga)
Just another dope boy having things, man
Just another dope boy having things, man
Just another dope boy having things, man
Dope dancing in the pot, when it cook bland vanilla
Just another dope boy who be juggin' for the scrilla
She be shifting, armadillo, Glock .40, big pistol
Put some molly, uno, miss, shawty pants out my switcher
Slow cruise in my frister, just another whip I'm having
When I pull up to the cab, turning tiger's sneaker dabbing
Hundred gag, bag jewel, I like my money neat
Trappin', I don't miss a beat, 2K for a feature and all of my bitches free
Run through a thousand bags at the week
Trappin' and rappin', I make it look easy
Shopping gold diamonds Cuban Links, presidential role jumping like a scene
Got the blue magic frame you can send to me
They be alright for the top esteem
Double cup, sipping on Easter pea, Dolph and Longway is a plug link
Just another dope boy having things (that me nigga)
Just another dope boy having things, man
Just another dope boy having things, man
Just another dope boy having things, man
Just another dope boy having things (that me nigga)
Just another dope boy having things, man
Just another dope boy having things, man
Just another dope boy having things, man (dope boy)