Lyrical Breakdown of Quarterback - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Quarterback" 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 "Quarterback" 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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Ninth grade Listen ngga Yeah Gah Ninth grade, quarterback, Washin High We just in the trap, all these woos reply Keep it on your lap, not to the side Been so successful, all your cars glide Breathe easy, btch I might just teach ya Not a pleaser, I might Mickey Ds her Top rope, I might just seen her Got in a ngga, aye, no meaning Momma duck eating good like she 'posed to Spent a dub on my teeth and my ghost too Spent a sixty on the bracelet bought an old miss Spent a dime on the red carpet oh, oh So many black things on her look like a goatee Pop pills every week Your btch gon' sck me, look like she don't have no teeth She even sck it btter than the time she ordered me Bring the Molly, I'll see I'm smking pack while you smke weed Just cause I'm signed, don't mean treat me Ninth grade, quarterback, Washin High We just in the trap, all these woos reply Keep it on your lap, not to the side Been so successful, all your cars glide Breathe easy, btch I might just teach ya Not a pleaser, I might Mickey Ds her Top rope, I might just seen her Got in a ngga, aye, no meaning Fifty bands on your head, my nggas take the charge All of my nggas one thousand, they get it Your nggas, you flexing, and flossing Two btches with me they ménaging I fck them, then smash them, put them on the market I make them go cook and they bring me the money back Move in silent like camouflagin' Shoutout skipper the flipper, came up from nickles Green diamonds like a dill pickle Everybody know that I'm in the field Drinking and pouring a double seal Remember the days when I would roll one And taking trips across the country just for money You fck with my squad then they start jumping Take the pot and slam dunk it, Tim Duncan Ninth grade, quarterback, Washin High We just in the trap, all these woos reply Keep it on your lap, not to the side Been so successful, all your cars glide Breathe easy, btch I might just teach ya Not a pleaser, I might Mickey Ds her Top rope, I might just seen her Got in a ngga, aye, no meaning These nggas be watching they speculate Feeling myself but no masturbation I'm 22, rich with no education The world's gonna end one day, read it in Revelations Good girl she deserve a scholarship The pistol like lighters, you know that I pocket it These btches be callin' my phone And I'm mking, I'm dabbing And know my diamonds came in from Africa Smking on Salvia that came from El Salvador Got on my Cartier eating on caviar She be super lcking on a ngga Double down FN shooting out missiles Cowards get attention like a ngga when he whistle Them nggas caught you slripping cause you didn't have a pistol OG gas bag and I flip it like a nickle Two btches with me ngga, call me Malcolm in the middle Ninth grade, quarterback, Washin High We just in the trap, all these woos reply Keep it on your lap, not to the side Been so successful, all your cars glide Breathe easy, btch I might just teach ya Not a pleaser, I might Mickey Ds her Top rope, I might just seen her Got in a ngga, aye, no meaning Ninth grade I was serving quarterpound Trap rules, ngga scrap, jugging pounds Make them move it like John Cena Catch a ngga btch while I'm eating Diamonds on my neck blinging In the phantom opera leaning Two double cup got me feigning I dream of genie btches in bikinis They dreaming for the fettuccine Pull up and drop my top off like Houdini Giuseppe's on my feet, some fly (?) Motor fitted, dabbing in the Lee Put ya as down like I'm Bugsy Siegel What's crckin', crippin' ngga, twisting fingers Longway and Thugger (?) the nina I slip in your club with the forty and nina Look at his head call it buzzle bee Smking OG that I mix with the Ds Gavanchi walking on the stars Look at these btches, just eat it up Choke on the dck, she just skeet it up Pull up in a fckin' Bentley truck Longway btch