Lyrical Breakdown of What's the Deal - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "What's the Deal" 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's the Deal" 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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Uh-huh Yeah, yeah One hand on the wheel '(wheel), one hand on her thigh (thigh) She start givin' me head while she look me in my eye For my nigga I'd kill, for my nigga I'd die Can't wait to get to the crib, I'ma fuck her from the side (ugh) You was in the house nigga, I was outside (trap) Fifteen years old, sellin' dope and gettin' high Spent a easy forty stacks in Saks, just on gettin' fly (I swear) Playin' with the wrong nigga, he must wanna die (stupid) Bought a 'Rari just to take it to the trap and park it (skrrt) Spent twenty stacks and threw a barbecue in the apartments (trap) Rich, humble and heartless (yeah) Pulled up at the red light, push a button, my car got topless I wake up in the mornin', pour up syrup, I don't drink coffee (nah) My lil' bitch too bossy (bad) Try to fuck with us, she act like she don't hear you talkin' (deaf) Ain't never trust a nigga ever since my cousin crossed me (fuck 'em) Ain't never trust a nigga ever since my cousin crossed me (fuck 'em) Nigga what's the deal, what's the deal, what's the deal? (What up?) Fuck how you feel, how you feel, how you feel (for real) I been countin' mil' after mil' after mil' (woo) All these diamonds real (real), all my niggas real (for real) Nigga what's the deal, what's the deal, what's the deal? (Ha) Fuck how you feel, how you feel, how you feel (woah) I been countin' mil' after mil' after mil' (woah) All these diamonds real (woah), all my niggas real (woah) Every time I fuck my bitch, I fuck her 'til she scream (yeah) I remember when all of this shit was just a dream (for real) Yeah, I love my scraps, they come with infrared beams (beamn) Yeah, I love my scraps, they come with infrared beams (uh) Smokin' on Gelato, flyin' through southside Chicago In a Porsche, I'm dodgin' potholes Livin' life like no tomorrow Or I'm out in California, my Mexican bitch house, eatin' tacos I get money with my vato (Jose) My role model El Chapo (trap) All these rocks on me, my lil' white bitch she call me Rocko (it's Dolph) My OG's keep blue rags tied 'round their head like Leonardo (damn) My lil' nigga he keep his purple flag like Donatello (ha) In the hood in a Lambo' (yeah), smokin' a blunt of Jell-O (yeah) Nigga what's the deal, what's the deal, what's the deal? (What up?) Fuck how you feel, how you feel, how you feel (for real) I been countin' mil' after mil' after mil' (woo) All these diamonds real (real), all my niggas real (for real) Nigga what's the deal, what's the deal, what's the deal? (Ha) Fuck how you feel, how you feel, how you feel (woah) I been countin' mil' after mil' after mil' (woah) All these diamonds real (woah), all my niggas real (woah) Nigga what's the deal, what's the deal, what's the deal? Fuck how you feel, how you feel, how you feel I been countin' mil' after mil' after mil' All these diamonds real, all my niggas real Nigga what's the deal, what's the deal, what's the deal? Fuck how you feel, how you feel, how you feel I been countin' mil' after mil' after mil' All these diamonds real