Lyrical Breakdown of Dream (feat. Yak Gotti) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Dream (feat. Yak Gotti)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Young Thug feat. Yak Gotti weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Dream (feat. Yak Gotti)" 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 Thug feat. Yak Gotti 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 Thug feat. Yak Gotti's narrative.

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A young nigga's life is a dream We ain't lettin' no hoes get between When my diamonds speak, they say "bling" Yellow diamonds, no crime scene This that rich shit, I eat fish and grits Catch me boolin' with my dogs, just like Michael Vick I don't give no damn if they throw it off, I won't fuckin' miss Bitch I'm so up, no Sleepy Brown, wouldn't talk to him 'bout shit Ya dig? I want you to talk to the hand while I talk to bands I might go on and stop playin' and take over the land My money long as school buses, ain't talkin' no Xans Sit still, I'm cool coming Pull up and then spray it 50 dub, know I'm sayin'? 100 bloods in my fam 100 bloods, them not fans Fuck the beach, I got sand PS3, I'm not playin' Go gentle on my lil' man She wanna stay where I'm stayin' I'm booted up, I could land My car is fast, I should drag Versace white, Ku Klux Klan Don't care if he's Crip, he still fam No I ain't? Bitch, I am But when I do I might need help up And I wanna be like Mike and I ain't talkin' Phelps, bruh A young nigga's life is a dream We ain't lettin' no hoes get between When my diamonds speak, they say "bling" Yellow diamonds, no crime scene This that rich shit, I eat fish and grits Catch me boolin' with my dogs, just like Michael Vick I don't give no damn if they throw it off, I won't fuckin' miss Bitch I'm so up, no Sleepy Brown, wouldn't talk to him 'bout shit Ya dig? Hey how you doin'? I'm Yak Gotti, I got bodies on bodies I'm with Thugger, that's my woadie, yeah my round, that's my compadre And we solid, oh so solid, if I get caught I won't say nothin' YSL, bitch we be mobbin', I'm forreal, this beat knockin' Trigger, boy I got you, Rico, boy I got you I'm livin' out my dreams, broke is not an option Yeah I'm livin' out my dreams, broke is not an option A young nigga's life is a dream We ain't lettin' no hoes get between When my diamonds speak, they say "bling" Yellow diamonds, no crime scene This that rich shit, I eat fish and grits Catch me boolin' with my dogs, just like Michael Vick I don't give no damn if they throw it off, I won't fuckin' miss Bitch I'm so up, no Sleepy Brown, wouldn't talk to him 'bout shit Ya dig?