Lyrical Breakdown of By Myself - 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 "By Myself" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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(Say Ten) Ayy, Free DDawg Free BaBa, hah (turn me up, Silk) I was too high from off that mojo, couldn't record, but now I'm up now I don't fuck around with none of them lil' boys, I put 'em up now Got five for a show, now it's five hundred, bitch, I'm up now Hit the block, see if the cops left, they gone, now let me bust now (baow, baow, baow, nigga) I be aimin' at his head 'til his body fall down You know I be rollin' hard, can't let my body turn down Pistols all in front the yard, in the North, it's goin' down PawPaw told me for to stop, he don't like that shit around But I need it though, know that I'm gon' keep it, so Okay, I'm a demon soul, I can't let 'em take my soul Okay, she a sadity bitch, YoungBoy need a ratchet ho Who gon' trip, gon' bounce that ass and make it touch the floor I do jail time, go to fightin' on the line I'm on front street with a drum inside a dirty nine I got pain inside my eyes from all this fuckin' cryin' My grandma raised me as a man, but then I came out slime My mama say, "Bitch, you a thug, you better not change up now" Birdman say, "It's nothin' but love," I say, "Forever five" I'm a gravedigger, 4KTrey, blood, you know what that symbolize? Dead bodies, bullets flyin', Cutlass cars on big tires Loaded, now I'm on one, play, and I'm gon' show one Know I got mine, bitch, go get your gun Or you'll probably be the one slumped 'Cause you know once you try to touch me, all the slimes around me gon' dump Retardo, bitch, I go dumb You can hear this cutter way to Southern I'm in my ride by myself, I got my Glock out And as soon as some shit pop off, I'm gon' rock out You know that, nigga I'm gon' get high by myself, I'm rollin' right now Full of mojo, talkin' to the devil, he say to knock your lights out Three Klonopins, ho, I'm on ten XO I'm on Casamigo, mix it with tobacco Hold on, that's a dirty ho, and she straight from out the North And I like the way she talk, and she like the way I flow (yeah) I'm retarded as the fuck and they already know The doctor prescribed me Ritalin and I never took it, no Mama tried put it in my pancakes, said, "I ain't hungry, no" Always was hyper than a motherfucker, bouncin' head to toe, huh Break in your shit, come through your window on my tippy-toes Me and Meechy stealing your TV to sell it for some smoke Me and Big B in an ATV, he flipped it on the road Drop my Glock, police pull up, then I took off, bitch, I'm gone He a felon there, always up in trouble 'bout some dumb shit He a millionaire, don't tell me 'bout, "Don't spend it," 'cause this my shit Hold on, get in there, I'm gon' go to jiggin' soon as the drugs hit You get split in there, better watch who you be motherfuckin' muggin' I'm in a Cutlass with my cousin and the streets caught up, I'm thuggin' We stop for gas to fill it up, if we meet up, it turn out ugly Can't smoke no gas to fill me up, but you know that my cup is muddy Nighttime, follow 'em by myself, I'm in my whip, this bitch is swerving I'm in my ride by myself, I got my Glock out And as soon as some shit pop off, I'm gon' rock out You know that, nigga I'm gon' get high by myself, I'm rollin' right now Full of mojo, talkin' to the devil, he say to knock your lights out Three Klonopins, ho, I'm on ten XO I'm on Casamigo, mix it with tobacco Hold on, that's a dirty ho, yeah, she straight up out the North And I like the way she talk, and she like the way I flow (yeah)