Lyrical Breakdown of What I Gotta Do - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "What I Gotta Do" 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 "What I Gotta Do" 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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I'm smoking on that west coast, I'm rocking Italy
My bitch from Detroit, she moved to Memphis. Fell in love with a D-boy
When you first met me you knew I was on that player shit
I play with money, I don't play with ho's. That's that Castalia shit
Fucking with Daddyo, he showed me my first half a milli
Nowadays a young nigga playing with a ticket
Steady copping new coupes and getting new speeding tickets
Tear that shit up, throw it off the roof, light up my sticky
Middle finger to the police, fuck the speed limit
12 years old, I told myself I'll never be broke
Basketball cool, but I'm good at moving dope
Gotta take care my folks, but I ain't selling blow
I'm just doing what I gotta do The difference between me and you
You gon' make up an excuse and I'ma do what I gotta do
I'ma do whatever I gotta do
I'ma do whatever I gotta do
I'ma get out here and do whatever I gotta do
Whatever it take, I'm too used to lobster and steak
Nah you can keep that lil' pussy. Lil' mama I'm super straight
Yeah I'm too busy running up this motherfucking cake
I save them nothing bitches for them lame ass niggas
You a pussy. Come to my hood, you get no pass nigga
Might get robbed blind and threw in the trash nigga
Sat my bitch down and told her I'm nothing like yo last nigga
I'm straight out the slum. That's just where I'm from
They don't make 'em like me no more
They don't come how I come
I didn't make A's and B's cus I was selling P's
Remember Uncle Vic asked me, lil nigga you selling weed?