Lyrical Breakdown of Purpose - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Purpose" 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 "Purpose" 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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This a letter to my slimes, what's brackin' slimes? I had your back every single last fuckin' time And you know I'm the only one who's gon' die by ya And you know in Pluto I can stand side to side with ya I'm livin' every week like it's my birthday week I can be a birthday freak, Bitch I'm workin while you lurkin me I'm in the street like it's my worst week My bitch boolin', but she say she want that Birkin B My Ex was my purpose then Mama said I had no choice, but to do my muthafuckin' thing Got my shoes, I tied 'em up and made a whole 'nother lane My diamonds shinin' they glistenin' but they from Johnny fuckin' Dang You said her cat was terrific and I said the same damn thing Same damn time These bitches and these niggas wanna see a nigga dead Damn why's that, spam that shit nigga Nigga I'm dumpin" on ya bitch No Donald, I'd Trump that bitch Oh say it again, say it again Kush smell like a skunk Bitch I'm fresher than a punk Okay, now tell me how you want it (What!) You know that I got it Big booty ho from the hills I bang red like a Rocket Okay well she done been around ya I know all about her I wanna put a eight-ball in her corner pocket I just read her diary went and bought her that Mercedes (Skrrrrrt) No cop cars, she a Taurus Yeah that "T" that mean she taken She don't feel right until she play me She won't take my bread no baby And just for that I would love to keep her She keep going 'round just like an equator I introduce her to paper, Bitches the bando is vacant I bought ice just for my acre Damn, there go a super star, no shaker Ya, ay, got that pistol upon my waist line Mama said I had no choice, but to do my muthafuckin' thing Got my shoes, I tied 'em up and made a whole 'nother lane My diamonds shinin' they glistenin' but they from Johnny fuckin' Dang You said her cat was terrific and I said the same damn thing Feel the same way bout it, you feel the same way I swear I'll catch me a body, these niggas try to play You know I'm rich but ain't make you the girl in the same day You know I don't care about cheese on my head like Green Bay No way, José You like my mother fuckin' fate today I might catch her 'round the way, stray and save the day Put my dick inside her she stuck, she stuck like clay (Ya, ya)