Lyrical Breakdown of Thief In The Night Ft. Trouble - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Thief In The Night Ft. 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 "Thief In The Night Ft. 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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Just like a G, you know? Trouble, Trouble, what's popping, 5? B4, let's do it Yeeeee! I wake up and go get me some new money You know I'm living like a G These lil niggas ain't gonna take nothin' from me You know we do it like a G I swear to God I fuck on anyone Just like a gangsta, just like a G This Duct Tape and YSL You know I do it like a G G's up hoes down G's up hoes down G's up hoes down G's up hoes down G's up hoes down G's up hoes down G's up hoes down G's up hoes down Like a thief in the night I take anything but some pussy She got that head like a dyke She got that head that I like Deep in your partner ain't right Put that lil babe on ice I make the paper like Ray Head on that bucket, your mothafuckin' life, Skoob I promise you don't know me I pull up bout my cake Where I'm from is not safe I got fish, I'm a lake Scoop them grits on a plate Yet she thought it was steak I'm a thief in the night Make her ride like a bike I go down on a dyke, I go up on my price I might drop Kimbo Slice, kidnap like Uncle Ice I got grits at the beach and they white like a rice Let Trouble take your life After I give you five Straight put that five to the side It ain't no question how nigga gon' ride When they come with them questions My nigga get quiet, sh sh, nigga sit quiet, shh I am not taking no disrespect You Patrick Ewing, you pump fakin' No that won't happen on me I drop a key like the mafuckin' beat I look good as your dad on a Friday So many cars I gotta buy a driveway Never gon' let 'em live a nigga crime day Serving these X and P's instead of poppin' Pockets fat up like they jumped 'em YSL, that slimy anaconda Bicking back, being bool like a uncle I'm so geeked up I might fuck a condom Like a thief in the night I take anything but some pussy She got that head like a dyke She got that head that I like Deep in your partner ain't right Put that lil babe on ice I make the paper like Ray Head on that bucket, your mothafuckin' life, Skoob I promise you don't know me I pull up bout my cake Where I'm from is not safe I got fish, I'm a lake Scoop them grits on a plate Yet she thought it was steak I'm a thief in the night Make her ride like a bike I get 'em all on the race She didn't even know what it was but she taste it I dig in, her shit sound like Jason I be on Percocets more than occasion They betting on me like in Vegas Betting on me like I'm Vegas Stick to the code man, there won't be no trace Thugga Thugga, tell me what would you say? What would you say? No J Money, but my gun say, "Bow" Pop a molly, look at her then fiend I'm the target mofucka, no beam No this shit is not good as it seems I might give her the boot with no jeans I kick shit like a chong and a ching I'm a boss, I'm bout that unity Sandwiches, you know you in between And you gotta know we at the green You gotta be young nigga, wilder than Billie Jean Gotta have paper for lawyer fees You ain't with it, you a L Still getting it, yeah, bails Break it down on the scale If it add up, hell yeah, I do it Lap back as he ran to it Like a thief in the night I take anything but some pussy She got that head like a dyke She got that head that I like Deep in your partner ain't right Put that lil babe on ice I make the paper like Ray Head on that bucket, your mothafuckin' life, Skoob I promise you don't know me I pull up bout my cake Where I'm from is not safe I got fish, I'm a lake Scoop them grits on a plate Yet she thought it was steak I'm a thief in the night Make her ride like a bike