Lyrical Breakdown of Pot Of Gold - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Pot Of Gold" 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 "Pot Of Gold" 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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(Cheeze) (Yo Mannie) Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah One thing I never needed was a ho (no) And another thing, I never told on not a soul (no) Fuck the rap game, man, these niggas ain't my bros (no) I keep a pocket full of twenties, fifties, and hunchos (racks) Yeah, I just get that dough, collect my dough, run up my dough Yeah, I just get that dough, collect my dough, run up that dough (yeah) Yeah, I heard you want the smoke, who want the smoke? I smoke your folks Yeah, my diamonds like a rainbow, I'm a walkin' pot of gold, woah Uh-huh Here we go, here we go, here we go (yeah, yeah) He a clown, he just wanna put on a show (yeah, yeah) See what he been thinkin', leave his brains all on the floor (yeah, yeah) This shit I been drinkin', mane, I pour it by the four (yeah, yeah) When they least expect it when you kick in a door Every time I fuck her, she beg me to grab her by her throat In the back of the double R truck smokin', ridin' through the snow If you ever crossed me before, I'm puttin' your ass in that scope (baow) Had to change my surroundings, it gave me a fucked up mentality (damn) My spot in the hood a multi-million dollar establishment (they love me) Come down Elvis Presley Boulevard, make a right on Mallory (where you from?) From where the dope boys make a million dollar salary, ayy One thing I never needed was a ho (no) And another thing, I never told on not a soul (no) Fuck the rap game, man, these niggas ain't my bros (no) I keep a pocket full of twenties, fifties, and hunchos (racks) Yeah, I just get that dough, collect my dough, run up my dough Yeah, I just get that dough, collect my dough, run up that dough (yeah) Yeah, I heard you want the smoke, who want the smoke? I smoke your folks Yeah, my diamonds like a rainbow, I'm a walkin' pot of gold, woah Ayy, it's fuck you and whoever else hatin' (motherfucker) I took a look in the mirror, said, "Boy, you major" (hell yeah) Just told myself that it is never too much paper (hell nah, Glizzock) I got like fifty bitches, none of 'em gettin' saved (uh-uh) I started on the block, now I'm up on the stage (yeah, yeah) Either way it go, I don't give a fuck, I'ma get paid (yeah, yeah) Been fightin' demons lately, just poured another eight, ayy (Wock', Wock') Go ask the opps, know how I rock, yeah, Glock don't play (yeah, yeah) My youngins clapped 'em with the chops like ayy, bay, bay, aye My heart is cold, got codeine all up in my Fay-go, woah Woah, yeah, killers on standby, they gon' do what I say so Yeah, don't confuse me with these niggas, you know that One thing I never needed was a ho (no) And another thing, I never told on not a soul (no) Fuck the rap game, man, these niggas ain't my bros (no) I keep a pocket full of twenties, fifties, and hunchos (racks) Yeah, I just get that dough, collect my dough, run up my dough (yeah) Yeah, I just get that dough, collect my dough, run up that dough (yeah) Yeah, I heard you want the smoke, who want the smoke? I smoke your folks (bah) Yeah, my diamonds like a rainbow, I'm a walkin' pot of gold, woah