Lyrical Breakdown of Young N Thuggin' - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Young N Thuggin'" 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 "Young N Thuggin'" 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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Cheese, I get money in my sleep Spot, spot stuff it down with OG Take the profit and I throw it in a week And I know the Feds ride around with me But I ain't gon' stop, nigga, I'm sticking to the streets Pyrex pot is what you get when you need me Okay come see me in the streets Streets, streets .44 with the giraffe neck Banana clip on them twos, nigga You lyin', nigga, I'm with lion niggas Welcome to the zoo, nigga Magic trick, make you disappear Family ain't got a clue, nigga Been in drive bys with fly guys Welcome to the Lou, nigga New York on that mob shit In Cali with a grill, nigga But where I'm from, they don't give a fuck Prolly kill you for bein' you, nigga (Yawk, yawk, yawk, yawk!) We don't fuck with no new nigga Everything on me new, nigga Ruby jewels, nigga, no roof, nigga Lipstick, Ruby Rue, nigga Balmain dresses and red bottoms I ain't gotta cop 'em, your man bought 'em I ain't got a man cause them feds got him I ain't goin' to work cause that ass got 'em And that pussy put him to sleep My man getting released, when he out I'mma set him back on his feet cause I got that Cheese, I get money in my sleep Spot, spot stuff it down with OG Take the profit and I throw it in a week And I know the Feds ride around with me But I ain't gon' stop, nigga, I'm sticking to the streets Pyrex pot is what you get when you need me Okay come see me in the streets Streets, streets You know who I runs with, quiet niggas buy guns with Put a price on your head nigga, they just live for that dumb shit Posted all up on Youtube, just to feel like Old Dog Actions louder than words nigga, so these faces I told ya'll My young niggas, I mold ya'll I pass off, they move white, my snow dogs Porsche 911, 200 bands Mac-11 make 'em do the money dance Your dream hoes, my set-up bitches They spend the night but wake up early to wet up niggas That's Monica, that's Marielle Those real names, they kill things, no fairy tales Cheese, I get money in my sleep Spot, spot stuff it down with OG Take the profit and I throw it in a week And I know the Feds ride around with me But I ain't gon' stop, nigga, I'm sticking to the streets Pyrex pot is what you get when you need me Okay come see me in the streets Streets, streets I'm having Scarface dreams now I'm living like Tony All my jewels on real, niggas living like phonies El Chapo, we're the weed gang, I kill you if you owe me Got them Oakland A prices on them, let your bitch blow me I've been thugging since a youngin' man I put that on my rollie And the white coupe, no top, I pull up yeah they know me In the kitchen, I'm like Kobe, young niggas call me OG Just got 36 O's, I need $1000 for an Oz It's the baby, yeah Chubbie, man Ohio niggas love me Got them blocks on the Northside that's midwest money Play with mines, boy get a big clip Mobbing in the midwest like my dog Trick Trick Cheese, I get money in my sleep Spot, spot stuff it down with OG Take the profit and I throw it in a week And I know the Feds ride around with me But I ain't gon' stop, nigga, I'm sticking to the streets Pyrex pot is what you get when you need me Okay come see me in the streets Streets, streets