Lyrical Breakdown of Chose - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Chose" 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 "Chose" 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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(Drama) God chose this for us (oh-oh-oh) (Ooh) Dramatic, nigga (D-Roc) (Gangsta Grillz) Uh, yeah, yeah Hermès everythin' grown One million in duffle, one million cologne Kick her up out of my home, she too medicated I ain't feelin' that, no Patek on bottom of the Cartier bracelets Got to put that shit on, go, ooh (ooh) Come out the top and I shoot, uh (ooh) Check how I'm countin' this loot (ooh) Turnin' up so bad, they know I'm chose Yeah, I want the money, the power, you keep the respect Just don't get hit wit' the TEC I got the bitch ridin' 'round in the front wit' the check Know she be givin' me neck Jewelry wrapped, keepin' that stick, ridin' 'round Catch a opp and hop out playin' hockey, whoa Got a purple nose, look like I made the honor roll Kickin' this shit, she don't like I got my own You expose that you a -, leave me 'lone (ooh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh) Pick it up, go right back out in a minute YoungBoy, slimiest menace Check how I do it, the fool get pitted (ooh) Come out the top and I shoot, uh (ooh) Check how I'm countin' this loot (ooh) Turnin' up so bad they know I'm chose (Top, Top) Top, they know that I'm chosen I'm on her, just give me a Trojan From the back to the side, got her posin' Everyday watches, Pateks' and Rollies, don't correct me, Patek's Bitch, take a shot at my neck I ain't even tryna flip, that's a whole 'nother check That's a whole new 'Vette, I'm drivin' these Astons, don't mind my lineup Hundred grand tucked in my sweats, sprinter van filled wit' her friends (uh) Walk out the party, then jump on the jet I'm fuckin' her more, the more the best Skeet on her breast, bitch, I'm a mess She a Cadet, I am a vet', I ain't doin' no stress Ho I'm turned up, I'm turned up, you see? Leave me Please, don't break our privacy Fiend, you fiend, behind lesser things Chosen, like they close to me Like I am not worth anything (Gangsta Grillz) Uh, yeah, yeah Hermès everythin' grown One million in duffle, one million cologne Kick her up out of my home, she too medicated I ain't feelin' that, no Patek on bottom of the Cartier bracelets Got to put that shit on, go, ooh (ooh) Come out the top and I shoot, uh (ooh) Check how I'm countin' this loot (ooh) Turnin' up so bad, they know I'm chose (yeah)