Lyrical Breakdown of Dead On (ft. Young Thug) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Dead On (ft. Young Thug)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Young Thug weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Dead On (ft. Young Thug)" 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 employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Hey... LONDON ON DA TRACK, BITCH! O ohh... Hey... Ohh... Aye! () - Rich Homie Quan I fucked her quick and fast Then I went to bed on em Lil shawty got a phat ass And some good lil head on her And they talk behind my back Because I know they scared of me Yo I ain't off my nigha My shit be dead on Dead on, dead on, dead on Dead on, dead on, dead on Ran up on no country nigha Boy I'm dead wrong Aiming at these fuck nighas Boy you know I'm dead on Dead on, dead on, dead on (1) - Young Thug Pfftsshh! I'm playing dead but I'm dead on ya You not a blood but you got red on ya And I watch my surroundings Like the Feds on me I just got me some pints on a plane I feel like I'm alien Man I'm so high up I'm higher than every alien Went from open mic to performing in the stadiums Now all my shoes, they sponsored by Margel Mason and them. Now I feel like I'm high up in the aiirr. I got your baby shaking like a hit stick inside a? () - Rich Homie Quan I fucked her quick and fast Then I went to bed on em Lil shawty got a phat ass And some good lil head on her And they talk behind my back Because I know they scared of me Yo I ain't off my nigha My shit be dead on Dead on, dead on, dead on Dead on, dead on, dead on Ran up on no country nigha Boy I'm dead wrong Aiming at these fuck nighas Boy you know I'm dead on Dead on, dead on, dead on (2) - Rich Homie Quan They said 18, Call me a Felon Influent by the movie Bentley I got on all black just like a reverend These nighas act like Tyler Perry I swear I'm geeked up off these medics So if you try Then yo ass better be ready Cause I swear to god I'll blow one of you nighas and not even think about it If that is yo main hoe don't bring her round me I was lost in the Majors then somebody found me Money for rainy days, I can't go with out it Nigha don't talk no shit if you not about it My nigha move O's, ain't talking Audis! Bitches take off their clothes just to stand by me Got a pocket full of stones Tryna get off em And I wanted to do a song but you sound awful I'm way gone, swear I'm? () - Rich Homie Quan I fucked her quick and fast Then I went to bed on em Lil shawty got a phat ass And some good lil head on her And they talk behind my back Because I know they scared of me Yo I ain't off my nigha My shit be dead on Dead on, dead on, dead on Dead on, dead on, dead on Ran up on no country nigha Boy I'm dead wrong Aiming at these fuck nighas Boy you know I'm dead on Dead on, dead on, dead on