Lyrical Breakdown of 4KT Freestyle - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "4KT Freestyle" 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 "4KT Freestyle" 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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(Mommy, India got the beats) (I bet my last track probably gave you lockjaw) Yeah Oh (Hey Lilkdubb), oh-no Uh-uh-uh, oh, slime Tell me what you feelin', I'm gon' try to make a way Stuck up in this system, feeling like I'm already in the grave, yeah Oh, grandma, I need yo' lovin' and I need yo' huggin' Sundown to sun up, I'm stuck up in it, I be steady thuggin' Just a lonely child, it hurt my heart My mama feel like fuck me These niggas 'round ain't right, they want my life They probably wanna bust me Buff got that F&N, try me, everybody seein' I'm in this life of sin, heaven gates just let me in Yeah, I stretched that boy up in his yard, it only cost me ten I'm livin' hard, just 'cause probation, I can't be round ten Ridin' with my top down, and bitch, I'm hot now Run up with them Glocks down, you gon' get shot down Thuggin' in them trenches, it's the way we be livin' Yeah, you gon' fold and count on my pain, you see how I'm feelin' Tell yo' mama, "Good riddance," you play, it's on now I took five Xans back to back, I'm in my zone now These hoes ain't loyal, I'm done, they can't call my phone now Told you once before, I'm feelin' like that I'm not wrong now I got the heart of a slime I would've been and bust his dome, them niggas hidin' I asked my dawg, "Why they ain't dead?" He said, "I'm slidin'" Them niggas stuck up in the house, we'll go inside (Yeah) I can't seem to shake these drugs, I been on it Tell me how you want it, yeah Kill 'em proper, creep up on him Ridin' through them slums by my lonely, pistol right up on me Since my second body, I been hungry I say, I want blood, fuck BRPD, I be running They know we whackin' 'em back to back, nigga, so they been on me They reppin' off one body, we stepped on three of they homies All in jail, I get them bitches touched Confinement, I been wanted Oh, she want my heart? I make that bitch give me her soul Tat' my name across yo' face so yo' next nigga gon' know Shit, you a ho I put yo' mama right on that front row Had yo' whole family screamin', they can't wait until I go I'm so slimy, connivin', I'm grimy, oh, yeah You bet' not shoot him from a distance Bitch, run down and bust his head Bitch, ask my mama, she told me, "Zip a nigga," and I did Oh, you don't like me for that nigga? Fuck you too, this what it is Murder man dance, YoungBoy whoppin' with that choppa Bring 'em to a stand, we go to shooting, it ain't no stoppin' Them niggas tried to kill me once But hit the bitch, that's on side me One week later, caught him slippin' We dump fifty and popped 'em (Fuck him) We go blood for blood, body after body, huh The city sick of all of us and they can't stop it, uh At my funeral, my niggas bring them choppas out I want a Lambo' for my casket, nigga, check me out Yeah, I got three Ms right now When I hit ten, I'll be as deadly as I'm is now The fuck you on, nigga? You know what I'm on Whatever you on I'm slime wit' it, I'm dyin' wit' it, nigga What up, now? We go blood for blood, body after body, huh The city sick of all of us and they can't stop it, uh At my funeral, my niggas bring them choppas out I want a Lambo' for my casket, nigga, check me out