Lyrical Breakdown of Black - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Black" 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 "Black" 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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Hm, hm, hm, mm Pull up, G-Wagon, huh, mm Mm Different, mm (They hoes) Uh, hey, yeah, uh-huh (These niggas, they hoes) We don't fuck wit' these niggas, they hoes (What?) Fire, bitch, gang, uh, uh, uh (We don't fuck wit' these niggas, they hoes) Mm, mm (I don't fuck with these niggas, they hoes) Who the fuck is lil' shawty? (Fuck is lil' shawty?) Where the fuck is yo' nigga? (Fuck is yo' nigga?) How you get to this party? Don't bring Backwoods, I like Swishers I gotta Draco in the sack nigga, shoot the car, tryna knock out the engine (Boom, baow, baow) I keep this shit kickin' on top of my pimpin' (Yeah) Dirty rod in my pouch, gotta know I ain't slippin' (Yeah, go) Black, hm, hm, I want everything black, huh (Black) Want everything black (Black), I'm buyin' everything, black (Black) I want that ass, fat (Ass fat), my Range Rover black (Black) I want a whole 'nother bag (bag) Huh, I want a hundred-round Gat (Hundred-round Gat) And I want lil' shawty, she bad (Bad) Huh, I wanna beat in her back (Beat in her back) And I wanna kill all my opps (Kill all my opps) They ain't comin' back I want hit her if she thick (Woo) I wanna keep this shit on track (Keep this shit on track) And I went bought like thirty Rollies like a nigga Ric Flair (Yeah, yeah, like a nigga Ric Flair) Wait, hm, like a nigga Ric Flair, mm (Ah) And I want damn near thirty Rollies like a nigga Ric Flair Ha, haha, like a nigga Ric Flair, ha (You already know) And I'm so high, might fly a bitch out for to dye my hair (Uh) These rappers be talkin' that shit and they broke And they know for a fact I make slimes pull up They be stealin' the swag so we fuckin' they ho Pick her up, hit the bitch in the back of my truck (Uh) I don't care, all this money not here for the show Let her ride me on top while I sit in the chair I be fiendin', bitch, I be takin' these pills I could pull her shit off 'cause I paid for the hair Different, mm-ah I don't fuck wit' these niggas, they hoes We don't fuck wit' these niggas, they hoes Why you think we be fuckin' they hoes? (Know I'm rich) Tell 'em that I'ma just fye (Rich, rich, rich, rich) How you think that I pay for that Rolls? (That Rolls) I just crept up from the paint, huh You know that I brought my bros