Lyrical Breakdown of By The Gate - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "By The Gate" 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 "By The Gate" 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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Turn me up, Dissan Come in my room. at the venue Where you guaranteed to see a Drac' She don't like I be on that juice I'm wakin' up, I ain't even ate Twenty somethin' rounds inside My tool, I popped out, let out Eight Five shot the bit*h eleven fuck*n' Times by that gate (Go) Ohh want me bring up food, you Tryna ho me? I can't wait Straight gangster sh*t that you Ain't, boy, you ain't 'bout it, you Fake Sho*t up your body, don't play My youngin' take off your face, this Money cure a whole pain Bit*h-nig*a squeeze somethin' How ain't nobody sayin' they Seen us? I need a drop so I could bleed Somethin' Hear I don't wan' talk until the Job done (Job done) A thousand slimes, that's a Thousands guns Extendo us and we all totin' one Out in the streets they got they Pom-Poms (Poms) They rollin' for me, I'm the Chosen one When the lights go down (When The lights go down) When the lights go down (When The lights go down) Soon as the lights go down (When the lights go down) When the lights go down (When The lights go down, hey) She take that di*k with no sound (Ooh) She get on top me, go down (It Go down, it goes down) Bring out, I'm ready, right now (Bang, bang, bah, bah) They ain't gon' f*ck with Lil Top (You'll get your fu*kin' body found) I'm gangster, I'm smokin' on spliff Why you always trip when I'm Tryna stay focused? It's gon' go in one ear and come Out of the other whenever you Talkin', I'm drinkin' on potion You went back fuckin' with that Nig*a you nasty bit*h, you ain't Know I noticed Claim I don't love you, I'll hit your Brother with this stick, bit*h, just To show you In back of the shuttle gettin' Chauffeured You could let them shots off Bitch, let's do it Pop out, I'll rock out, he thought He was hot, now, bit*h, I'll get You ruined I got my cock out, better not Give my spot out Pour the dope out the pot when It's brewin' Hold onto your hand, better watch What you doin' Bing, baow, hit the bit*h in the arm Come in my room, at the venue Where you guaranteed to see a Drac' She don't like I be on that juice I'm wakin' up, I ain't even ate Twenty somethin' rounds inside My tool, I popped out, let out Eight Five shot the bit*h eleven fuckin' Times by your gate (Go) Ohh want me bring up food, you Tryna ho me? I can't wait Straight gangster sh*t that you ain't Boy, you ain't 'bout it, you fake Sho*t up your body, don't play My youngin' take off your chain Lil' bro'll take off your face, this Money cure a whole pain Slime Lil' bro'll take off your face This money cure a whole pain Slime, Top Slimeto