Lyrical Breakdown of All the Problems - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- 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 "All the Problems" 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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(It's a DP beat)
When you call me, I'm smokin' on gas
I was getting high, you already know that
Just me and her ridin' in a Scat Pack
Totin' on straps, and you know I'll blow that
Bro want me to buy him a Maybach
I ain't tell him, "No," man, you already know that
Shawty want me for to hold her down, why would I do that? She gon' leave my ass
I need a Bentley on some Forgiattos
She want me to sponsor, she ain't nothin' but an IG model
I need more millions, we want all the problems
Bro'nem tote revolvers, ain't no need for crimestoppers
'Cause ain't none stoppin', let's get it poppin'
I got big knots and they stuffed all in my pocket
Plenty hitters with me, and she knowin' how I'm rockin'
Porsches and they all big bodies
Not once I pushed a clock-in
Mhm, lame can't chief wit' me
Vibe out with your ho, she gon' sleep with me
Symphony, see what the rhythm bring, I got the remedy
To that backdoor and
Youngin going through the window with a gat on him
Tryna steal a TV or a video game, they ain't feelin' his pain, he been hungry
And nobody ain't wanna throw a pack on him
No hustlers they ain't tryna be 'round
No muscle, he ain't even got a gun on him
Got 'em like, "Why the fuck he even staying around?"
Sitting duck when it go down, might die
I'm with Herm and you knowin' that he keep fire
Red flag and you knowin' that I bang 5
I be higher than you think, take one, try it
When you call me, I'm smokin' on gas
I was getting high, you already know that
Just me and her ridin' in a Scat Pack
Totin' on straps, and you know I'll blow that
Bro want me to buy him a Maybach
I ain't tell him, "No," man, you already know that
Shawty want me for to hold her down, why would I do that? She gon' leave my ass
I need a Bentley on some Forgiattos
She want me to sponsor, she ain't nothin' but an IG model
I need more millions, we want all the problems
Bro'nem tote revolvers, ain't no need for crimestoppers
All this hard work
All this dedication, all this consistency
All these hours we grind to get to the top
Just to be ruled by all these problems
Y'all niggas ain't been through what we been through
And tried too many times to take it from me
And we still here
YB, DJ Drama