Lyrical Breakdown of I'm Gone - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "I'm Gone" 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 "I'm Gone" 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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Scream, drop that shit I'm gone Everything I got, man, I got it on my own In the city doing numbers, going HAM with that strong Hit the club and pop some bottles, burn this kush and then I'm gone Million dollar schedule, I got a flight to catch, baby, I'm gone Lil mama call me up, talking 'bout, "Dolph, you dead wrong" But I could give a fuck, bitch, quit calling my phone Go get you a broke-ass nigga that like to sit at home But me, I got to make shit happen, so I'm gone We smoking Gucci locs, welcome to Dolph world Shawty say her nigga ain't shit, she wanna be Dolph girl Now everywhere I go, they say Young Dolph bring a large crowd My bitch quiet and freaky, my smoke sack pretty and extra loud We smoking Gucci locs, welcome to Dolph world Shawty say her nigga ain't shit, she wanna be Dolph girl Now everywhere I go, they say Young Dolph bring a large crowd My bitch quiet and freaky, my smoke sack pretty and extra loud The hottest nigga in the city, the rest of these niggas mild Dolph in and out the city, so Dolph money come in piles Dolph in and out the trap, so Dolph money come in pounds Dolph don't go to the circus, so I don't fuck with the clowns I'm doing eighty, rolling up the stanky on the freeway Pour up me a four, go to the club, fuck with the DJ Call me Young Dolph or you can call me Young Now and Later The bitches always give it to me now 'cause there ain't no later I'm gone Everything I got, man, I got it on my own In the city doing numbers, going HAM with that strong Hit the club and pop some bottles, burn this kush and then I'm gone Million dollar schedule, I got a flight to catch, baby, I'm gone Lil mama call me up, talking 'bout, "Dolph, you dead wrong" But I could give a fuck, bitch, quit calling my phone Go get you a broke-ass nigga that like to sit at home But me, I got to make shit happen, so I'm gone I'm high as hell, I think I'm hearing shit, it's just my phone I'm smoking on this stupid stanking OG, got me stoned That shit you smelling eight hundred a zone, that's my cologne I gave auntie a joint to smoke, she said that shit too strong My reefer bill eight thousand a month because I'm sprung Let Cheech and Chong hit my blunt They damn near coughed up they lungs I took nothing, turned it into something, made it happen I got that loud in, I can't even control the traffic I keep a couple codeines just to chase my smoking habit What you know 'bout out the kitchen, late night traffic? Been in the kitchen all this time, ain't touched the stove yet Hard work pays off and I ain't broke a sweat I'm gone Everything I got, man, I got it on my own In the city doing numbers, going HAM with that strong Hit the club and pop some bottles, burn this kush and then I'm gone Million dollar schedule, I got a flight to catch, baby, I'm gone Lil mama call me up, talking 'bout, "Dolph, you dead wrong" But I could give a fuck, bitch, quit calling my phone Go get you a broke-ass nigga that like to sit at home But me, I got to make shit happen, so I'm gone I must confess that Mary Jane, bitch, I love her, man She keep me in the Gucci store spending rubber bands Pop the trunk, grab the black Gucci duffel bag Keep bubble kush, the hood call me Bubble Man The white girl cool, but I don't trust her, man She got these niggas out here snitching, I'm like fuck her, man Smoking OG, waiting on this mid from Phoenix, dog Sell a twenty pack and spend it all in Lenox Mall Damn, this track is stupid squeaky, I ain't wanna brag on it I made it even stupider once Dolph threw his swag on it I woke up feeling born, I rolled a blunt and grabbed them stacks Nigga, I called my plug and doubled back and spent that on a Mac I'm gone Everything I got, man, I got it on my own In the city doing numbers, going HAM with that strong Hit the club and pop some bottles, burn this kush and then I'm gone Million dollar schedule, I got a flight to catch, baby, I'm gone Lil mama call me up, talking 'bout, "Dolph, you dead wrong" But I could give a fuck, bitch, quit calling my phone Go get you a broke-ass nigga that like to sit at home But me, I got to make shit happen, so I'm gone I'm out of here Like last year, the year before that, and the year before that Still burning thrax Young Dolph Paper Route Entertainment Stove Squad Yeah What's happening? Hollis, it's your boy The hottest artist in the city You know what it is South Memphis, Tennessee, stand up Yeah It's Dolph