Lyrical Breakdown of RNB - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "RNB" 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 "RNB" 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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(Play me some pimpin', man) Baby Baby, baby, baby Oh, baby (baby) Uh-huh Yeah, yeah, it's Dolph (What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fuck up") Yeah, yeah, yeah Drive my Lambo like a Chevy on some rich nigga shit (skrrt) You can't talk to my girl, she a rich nigga bitch Told the teacher I was gon' be on the rich nigga list (told you) Black ass nigga, quarter mil' on his wrist (hey) Black ass nigga with a bad ass bitch (uh) I went got the bag and now everything lit (uh) I went got the bag and now everything lit (for real, though) I went all the way through hell and back to get to this (yeah) Ten toes, stayed down (yeah), real hustlin' (yeah) Cut a couple niggas' water off, but still love 'em (fuck 'em) Young nigga, big heart (big), big nuts (big) G-Wagen or the double-R, which truck? Ball hard for the days when I didn't have it (ayy) She bad as a motherfucker, but she still ratchet (ayy) Started in South Memphis, ended up in a mansion (ayy) Ain't no stylist needed here, crazy with the fashion (uh-huh) I'm just poppin' my shit, nah, I ain't braggin' (yeah, yeah) Pickin' up bags all in Paris (yeah, yeah) Flood my neck out with some carats (uh) My young niggas the neighborhood terrorists Drive my Lambo like a Chevy on some rich nigga shit (skrrt) You can't talk to my girl, she a rich nigga bitch Told the teacher I was gon' be on the rich nigga list (told you) Black ass nigga, quarter mil' on his wrist (hey) Black ass nigga with a bad ass bitch (uh) I went got the bag and now everything lit (uh) I went got the bag and now everything lit (for real, though, yeah) I went all the way through hell and back to get to this (yeah) Please don't wish me well if you used to give me hell Niggas spend they last to fake it when it's free to be real, huh Please don't come and tell me 'bout no story that you heard This is not Sesame Street, I do not kick it with no birds, ah Brown skin bitch in a black Lamb' swervin' (black Lamb' swervin') I just blew a bag on all-black Birkin (on an all-black Birkin) I think that I might be way too real of a bitch (way too real of a bitch) Ayy, he told me watch my mouth, I told him, "Nigga, watch your kids," huh This that rich bitch pussy, if it ain't, then he ain't lookin' (he ain't lookin') You can't take my nigga from me with your cleanin' or your cookin' (or your cookin', bitch) Drive my Phantom through the hood on some rich nigga shit, ayy (skrrt) You can't fuck my nigga 'cause he with a rich bitch (ah) Drive my Lambo like a Chevy on some rich nigga shit (skrrt) You can't talk to my girl, she a rich nigga bitch Told the teacher I was gon' be on the rich nigga list (told you) Black ass nigga, quarter mil' on his wrist (hey) Black ass nigga with a bad ass bitch (uh) I went got the bag and now everything lit (uh) I went got the bag and now everything lit (for real, though) I went all the way through hell and back to get to this (yeah) I went got the bag and now everything lit (the bag) I went got the bag and now everything lit (bag) I went got the bag and now everything lit (the bag) I went got the bag and now everything lit (woo) Shit, rocks around my neck, they match the ones that's on my 'fit (damn) Seen a girl from high school in traffic, blew her a kiss (what up?) Too rich for a broke bitch, baby, nah, we don't mix I got bad bitches comin' by the twos like a Twix Drive my Lambo like a Chevy on some rich nigga shit (skrrt) You can't talk to my girl, she a rich nigga bitch Told the teacher I was gon' be on the rich nigga list (told you) Black ass nigga, quarter mil' on his wrist (hey) Black ass nigga with a bad ass bitch (uh) I went got the bag and now everything lit (uh) I went got the bag and now everything lit (for real, though) I went all the way through hell and back to get to this (yeah)