Lyrical Breakdown of 4 Eyes - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "4 Eyes" 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 "4 Eyes" 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.
- 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 YoungBoy Never Broke Again's narrative.
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Al Geno on the track)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm in the game and you niggas in the bleachers like clothes stains
Niggas washed up, and I know you tide
She get wet for money, she gon' drown in Ben Franks
Leave it on the hanger, let it air dry
Balenciagas, I just run and take the S off
Her smile, niggas still can walk a mile in 'em
A nigga had to grow four eyes
One on the left and right and I put two on my backside
I spend two bands on thе sweater but I ain't stuntin' her
Thеm niggas scared, we drive them foreign whips like monster trucks
I gave the streets acne, I know they bump my shit enough
Long as I ain't dead I got Codeine in my liver
Told, "You not a part of us, you must don't remember"
That bitch just hit me with her tongue, we ain't goin' public
We bag 'em up like groceries, then he go in public
All my jewelry underwater, you know this shit official
Niggas be scared, when it get dark they sing like Bryson Tiller
You're a rat but you got P's, we call that Master Splinter
He hate when cash stick out my jeans, I got more money denim
For all my niggas just got sentenced, I just count commas
They don't talk at all, when they come home, I buy 'em Hummers
Trashbag full of money, nigga might go buy a dumpster
Roll in the streets, sometimes you gotta see your honor
In Brooklyn like KD, sometimes you gotta leave the Thunder
Barely can see, I need context, delete all my numbers
You gotta pay to stay in my hood, but I need Ghetto free
Ain't goin' broke, I'ma stay up,
What the fuck is sleep? (Al Geno on the track)
Who you gon' fuck, me or Nick? Take a knee
My name Cap
I'm in the game and you niggas in the bleachers like clothes stains
Niggas washed up and I know you tide
She get wet for money, she gon' drown in Ben Franks
Leave it on the hanger, let it air dry
Balenciagas, I just run and take the S off
Her smile, niggas still can walk a mile in 'em
A nigga had to grow four eyes
One on the left and right and I put two on my backside
I spend two bands on the sweater but I ain't stuntin' her
Them niggas scared, we drive them foreign whips like monster trucks
COVID-19, these niggas sick, they can't come 'round us
Roll in the streets, sometimes you gotta see your honor
In Brooklyn like KD, sometimes you gotta leave the Thunder