Lyrical Breakdown of Respect (feat. Trouble) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Respect (feat. Trouble)" 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 "Respect (feat. Trouble)" 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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Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah (Goose with another one)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Goose got another one
All the stress, it lead me to the bogus
Take the pack, I do that for my brodies
Wasn't ballin', no, we wasn't Kobe
You don't know my struggle, you don't know me
You don't know my struggle, you don't know me, nigga
Much respect to the OGs before me
All the OGs before me, they know me
I don't fuck with these niggas, they bogus
Homie on go, he retarded
Lil' mama life of the party
Said you know'd him 'fore you, hardly
Shut the fuck up, roll the Marley
No, sir, I'm not with the arguin'
I bring the flames, now the arson
I see you with all the talkin' now
I shut doggies up with the barking now
OGs with me, I run markets now
Man, the OGs with me, I run markets now
Been told a bitch she can get money
Join on the team and the ho wanna bargain now
East side, Big Bank
South side, Kentay
West side, shawty, shawty
North side, hey
All the stress, it lead me to the bogus
Take the pack, I do that for my brodies
Wasn't ballin', no, we wasn't Kobe
You don't know my struggle, you don't know me
You don't know my struggle, you don't know me, nigga
Much respect to the OGs before me
All the OGs before me, they know me
I don't fuck with these niggas, they bogus
I was getting money before you know me
I been getting money and I showed it
I'ma go and cop it like the police
And I been shining, fuck a Rollie
When I rent it I'm moving out of town
I done came a long way from the battleground
I got ties with the mob so don't play around
Or we do just like rain, wet 'em down
Take the Percocet, take the Vicodin
I'ma pour up mud, never lighting it
Got a hundred bags in my pocket, shit
If I ever cock it, bitch, I'm popping it
And your bitch chose me 'cause the wrist frozen
You can act slow, but the bitch know me
I might let her dress me like a fruitopia
The OG niggas feel me and they know me
Once upon a time in a gang called blood
I was running with them OGs 'cause them niggas showed me love
All the OGs fucking with me 'cause they like the way I thug
First I made a millie, then I turned they driveways up
All the stress, it lead me to the bogus
Take the pack, I do that for my brodies
Wasn't ballin', no, we wasn't Kobe
You don't know my struggle, you don't know me
You don't know my struggle, you don't know me, nigga
Much respect to the OGs before me
All the OGs before me, they know me
I don't fuck with these niggas, they bogus, ayy, they bogus
I don't fuck with 'em, they bogey, they bogus
Get the fuck away, free Renny and Boguts
Get the fuck away from me, lil' bitch, is you bogus?
Yeah, pussy nigga, get away, watch your Rugers