Lyrical Breakdown of Misunderstood (feat. D.R.A.M.) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Misunderstood (feat. D.R.A.M.)" 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 "Misunderstood (feat. D.R.A.M.)" 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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Hey Looking, oh, hey I know you working hard but how you gon' figure me out? Hey Always running your mouth Never know what you talking about, hey Look, what's there to figure? When you speak of that nigga that you can't understand And now I'm all on the road Running 100 miles an hour, not even which way to go Look, if I don't know myself then tell me how do you know? I've come to prove and show you niggas that I'm trained to go Look, uh, uh, uh But what's there to figure? When you speak of that nigga, you don't understand But fuck it, I flood this with these bands Do a drive-by, fly-by leave your were you staying I just bought an AP, it's cleaner than stainless I was I could tell him but he duckin' dangerous He ready for popping off and all he ain't scared of us He say he ain't no snitch but he tired of tellin' us I flood that bitch with Gucci she stand from the ceiling up Fuck the cops, they killing us They kids are not real as us But what's there to kill about When these bitches and niggas They want (?) Dat-dat I can fuck any bitch in here without paying Hey, yeah, where my phone at? Call lil Tar I need some xannies I want these poor niggas to complain I want these fake robbers to keep laying And he ain't want these fake bitches to keep singing Think they baby is mine like they gon' get a dime We'll work it out with time I want yours cause you got mine Yeah-yeah-yeah, it ain't nothing to talk about So I'm like what's there to kill about When these bitches and niggas, they want (?) As I revisit what I made for you to listen to I get into my zone and let go, that's the ritual Ask but when I mention you, not having clues and being fool Darling to this one trick pony, thought I'm not the dude And you can be a local heathen to the son of satan I give it up to him who praises and that's all I'm saying I made a killing for a better life Remember once and I'll forget it twice Took advantage over night I pray to God and hope I'm moving right I pray on y'all to quench my appetite Told you that my screws ain't tight I had to buckle down and focus cause I almost lost it I was hemorrhaging in the red and I could not afford it Niggas tried to appropriate me, I could not go for it I'm talking mine, I'm claiming mine, bitch I go Narcos for it They gon' make me glow up, I got no choice I'm saying But what's the point of saying if you still won't understand?