Lyrical Breakdown of Slugs (feat. Trae tha Truth) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Slugs (feat. Trae tha Truth)" 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 "Slugs (feat. Trae tha Truth)" 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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Young nigga taking off on them percs Young nigga putting in that work Young nigga let that chopper do the murking Don't know broski but I leave him in the dirt Young nigga throwing up their sets Us niggas running through these checks Hundred jam I still no flex We ain't Nikes I'm just running through a check I'm on that same thing, look at this change man I'm just running through a muhfuckin' check dawg Give me my change man this ain't no game man Look how this chain hang And he ran through a muhfuckin' check dawg Chasing this check I'm not talking athletics but I keep my money in lockers If I make the call just know I got young shooters who ride like American choppers They hustle for [?] in the kitchen they cooking the food with the heat like Ibaka Don't let a coke dealer but for the right paste they perscribe Actavis like a Doctor Drop this what I call it rainy weather Chopper disconnected like it's not together It's the truth [?] I am not a feather I just hold these [?] like I'm Roc-A-Fella If your leeches [?] I am not the seller She can be with me it's what I'm not to tell her Like to play it like I'm a acapella If she here for [?] I am not that fella Give me my chicken if not a minute later Swangers I'm tippin' I should've been waiter Look like a swamp cause everything is Gaitor You don't like me, then bitch you been a hater I'm sick bitch, I'm sick I should've been a fever Fucking with me, the trunk is where I leave ya Don't be a [?] Jumping like [?] Young nigga taking off on them percs Young nigga putting in that work Young nigga let that chopper do the murking Don't know broski but I leave him in the dirt Young nigga throwing up their sets Us niggas running through these checks Hundred jam I still no flex I'm just running through a check I'm on that same thing, look at this change man I'm just running through a muhfuckin' check dawg Give me my change man this ain't no game man Look how this chain hang And he ran through a muhfuckin' check dawg You not getting them racks, oh where they do that at? My neck, my wrist, my ears, and my fingers are sitting on wet I told that lil bitch to hop in my coupe, just like a lil pet Copped me a Vette then I wrecked it, then I copped a Bentley and wrecked it I got more shooters They pull up with Oolas and they not tech 9s, they Uzis We talk on the phone I tell them to stay reckless My bitch she gonna shoot, she a boolah Chinese and Japanese Her eyes looking close She gonna chase till she capture me These keys are so half To me This ice on my neck is so wet like it baptize me I get that dope from the pope While I get sex on a banana boat I can't save her, she better stay afloat I'll contain a baby for that dope Whip it! Whip it! Till I have a stroke Cook it, throw it, catch it, no Ebola Treat my dogs with bacon no con-soda Told your wife I bang red, Coca Cola Young nigga taking off on them percs Young nigga putting in that work Young nigga let that chopper do the murking Don't know broski but I leave him in the dirt Young nigga throwing up their sets Us niggas running through these checks Hundred jam I still no flex We ain't Nikes I'm just running through a check I'm on that same thing, look at this change man I'm just running through a muhfuckin' check dawg Give me my change man this ain't no game man Look how this chain hang And he ran through a muhfuckin' check dawg