Lyrical Breakdown of Went Thru It - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Went Thru It" 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 "Went Thru It" 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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When I was just hustling broke, didn't nobody see me through it
Word to my mother, niggas knew it, but I still went through it
Snooze, then you lose, guess I snoozed 'cause I still went through it
Cried 'bout the Bentley coupe, ooh, man, I still went through it
Now I wrap my millions up, niggas wonder how he do it
When I run my mills, man, nobody see me do it
Last album deal up, labels tryna see me through it
Charlie put them M's up, niggas thought he really blew it
Now I keep a S on my chest, baby
I saved the world in a dress, baby
Paranoid, them demons want my flesh badly
Fell in love with sipping the 'Tech, baby
I just wanna hustle the best, baby
Keep the money close, I don't trust, baby
Run up on me, told you I'ma bust, baby
Tryna keep me going when I nut, baby
Say you don't love me, better look me in my eyes
Tried to play me, your face looked surprised
I told you day one I was gonna find out
Heard 'bout you sneaking, bringing niggas in your house
I feed the block, I make 'em hustle, get your crumbs up
We know you freaked that little bitch, you can't tongue us
She broke my heart and basically told me get my lungs up
Ever since then I don't love again
She tried to tell me I wasn't him
My self-confidence 'bove the rim
Got a few brothers in the pen
None of the green dots in
They got chains on and iPhoned up
Few blows on and they bracelet diamond cut up
He ready to get it on, don't wanna talk 'bout love
That blade seven-fifty, shouldn't of ate that up
Couple niggas with me say they faced that up
They going head first, no time to ask what's up, yeah
That's the definition of he love me, undress me and fuck with me
The time come, you crying and you gone
Now I keep a S on my chest, baby (Ayy)
I saved the world in a dress, baby (Yeah)
Paranoid, them demons want my flesh badly (Yeah)
Fell in love with sipping the 'Tech, baby (Grr, grr)
I just wanna hustle the best, baby (Bitch, I just—)
Keep the money close, I don't trust, baby (I don't trust, nah)
Last album deal up, labels tryna see through it
Charlie put them M's up, niggas thought he really blew it