Lyrical Breakdown of Family Don't Matter - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Family Don't Matter" 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 "Family Don't Matter" 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.
• 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's narrative.

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Yeah, whaddup I'm tryina put my dick inside of yo panties And when I tell this shit from round here I be rolling loud While they rolling loud Smokin' backwoods and moving baggage I was getting protected by my savages Yellow school buses that's a Xanax Causing me to sleep and I ain't plan it (yee haw) I got some jobs all day Roll out the jar all day I be on Mars all day I'm with the stars all day Boss all day Roll up the raw all day Babysit your dog all day Boutta watch you jog all day Like family don't matter, oh, oh What's poppin', what's the deal? What's poppin', what's the deal? What's poppin', what's the deal? What's poppin', what's the deal? Bagged a bad bitch, I got a foreign son Tommy Gunn, found a real Tommy gun I dropped a milly on my chain, I got no Barry Bonds And I got a head full of hair like I'm from Amazon Uhh, blaze that ass like a candle honey Uhh, Ferragamo shower shoes for me Uhh, light pole and it got jewels on it Uhh, like an ol' school I got some pooled on it Huhh, Satan, abracadabra, abracadabra Kill all you bastards, I want no wrassle The bread ambassador, no nuttin else matter to him I'm ballin' like Patrick Ewing Turn up on you bastards Hop in a Ghost like Casper Everything go smooth for me, like I got my Masters Fubu Platinum up, birds in the Acura Albums platinum & up, I'm killin' these bastards Like family don't matter, oh, oh What's poppin', what's the deal? What's poppin', what's the deal? What's poppin', what's the deal? What's poppin', what's the deal? Country Billy made a couple milly Tryna park the Rolls Royce inside the Piccadilly All he had was a couple of stripes actually (of course) Got another half a milly in white tees, of course Don't you panic, don't you take this shit for granted Don't you panic, when I put my dick in your panties Don't you panic, when I catch up with yo bitch you know I'm smashing I, I can put her on her feet, oh, oh head gasket You gotta tell me what's wrong I can't wait to deep stroke to the morning I gotta put my dick in yo mouth right when you yawn You gotta put that puss on my lips whenever I'm on one I think the red dot, so I put my bum, bum I'm bout to fuck somebody girl off this rum, rum (Go head) I'm chasing all of these rats like I was Tom (yeah) But it ain't e'en matter, I was trying kill these bastards Like family don't matter, oh, oh What's poppin', what's the deal? What's poppin', what's the deal? What's poppin', what's the deal? What's poppin', what's the deal? What's poppin', what's the deal? What's poppin', what's the deal? What's poppin', what's the deal? What's poppin', what's the deal? Rolling through the W6 You feeling me I'm feeling you Falling deep, too deep Purple dreams I catch myself I be havin' nightmares shaped like you You be blowin' smoke out shaped like me I be havin' nightmares shaped like you You be blowin' smoke out shaped like me Two cups can I drown? And I might too Hear the track, spin it back, catch a vibe too This the shit that be bad, so bad it's good for you I just thought that you should know Take a hit, we can sip like it's medicine Chemistry, remedy, there's no better than This the shit that be bad, so bad it's good for you Like family don't matter, oh, oh What's poppin', what's the deal? What's poppin', what's the deal? What's poppin', what's the deal? What's poppin', what's the deal? What's poppin', what's the deal? What's poppin', what's the deal? What's poppin', what's the deal? What's poppin', what's the deal?