Lyrical Breakdown of 38 Baby - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "38 Baby" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how YoungBoy Never Broke Again weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "38 Baby" 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 YoungBoy Never Broke Again employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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I don't give a fuck who out here doing this shit man, yeah
You know, nigga know what the fuck this is, man
NBA man gang, ya heard me?
I go by Young Boy, I'm the hottest younging, ya heard me?
Fuck what a nigga talking, believe that (yeah)
Everybody under disguise, man, they scheming
These hoes will set you up, tell you they love you they don't mean it
Full of syrup, bitch I'm leaning
Smoking dope with the demon
Send my younging at your little nigga give me a reason
I heard a nigga say they turned me up, get off a nigga dick
Don't like the fact that now I'm blowing up, nigga get on your shit
I got turned on next Montana ain't nobody give me shit (no)
Bitch I bought my own car, started my own dealership
Cruising in Florida with my burner nigga faded
To tell the truth, I don't why these niggas hating
I stay with the .38, I won't let nobody take me
And I know these niggas plotting, so I don't smile up in they faces
Yeah, no, I ain't crazy, so bitch don't try to play me
I'm a 38 baby, go against me I'm a slam 'em (slam 'em)
Out the notch, know not to spare 'em (spare)
Go with his move, bitch I dare 'em (dare 'em)
Yeah, go with his move, bitch I dare 'em
And I don't go nowhere without that iron on me (I don't go nowhere)
This shit so cutthroat my own niggas talking down on me (my own niggas talking down on me)
These niggas envy for no reason, I ain't got time for 'em (I ain't got time for 'em)
I'm out that gang and what I rep', bitch I stand on it (bitch I stand on it, gang)
And I don't go nowhere without that iron on me (nowhere without that iron on me)
This shit so cutthroat my own niggas talking down on me (my own niggas talking down on me)
These niggas envy for no reason, I ain't got time for 'em (I ain't got time for 'em)
I'm out that gang and what I rep', bitch I stand on it
For so long I've been slept on, got to make them believe me
Just bought a Glock-up out the north, so that's them shots off the 3's
Got the law up on my ass, demons up in my dreams
Andy Gaulden was my uncle, robbing shit in my genes
Nigga I'll prove it while you assuming
I'm up in Houston, brand nee rod for my younging for whoever wanna do me
With this beef shit, I don't stop like you red bitch I'm producing
33 let me hold the Glock, I'm just waiting for the Uzi pussy (gang, gang)
I'm strapped in the booth right now
But that's how the game go, they gon' talk
You know, I ain't do nothing but turn up, niggas gon' hate
Bitch ass nigga get your money up gang
You heard me? I run my city, NBA, never broke again
Yeah, 2016 shit nigga, NBA Live
Bitch I stand on the gang
Ayy-ayy, Youngboy
Catch up...
Ayy-ayy