Lyrical Breakdown of Confidential - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Confidential" 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 "Confidential" 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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Any day now
No no, we don't play now, yeah
Where I'm from no we ain't safe, no, yeah
I'm like take me to the safe now, yeah
Where I'm from no it ain't safe, no, yeah
You get shot up in your face, oh, yeah
Nigga know that we don't play, no, yeah
Confidential, ridin' 'round in the rentals
Bad bitches tryna fuck on the lil niggas
Wrap it up, we wrap the bricks and then we send 'em
Young nigga, gettin' to it, chasin' millions, yeah
Hop out the back of the Bentley, I'm thuggin'
Strapped with that forty, you know I'll bust it
Hustlin', yeah we be trappin' in public
Strugglin', I really came from nothing
Gone on the road, I be chasing that money
Flooded in diamonds, you ain't taking nothing
Hitters on go and I'll push the button
Shoot out anywhere, you know it ain't nothin'
John Wall, that's my nigga
Ralo opp, know I'm with it
Stood tall in that prision
Now I'm up and bitch I'm gettin' it
Talk on the flip, they be tappin' my cellular
Fuck the police and you know we ain't tellin' nothin'
Know that I'm with it, I'm quick [?] somethin'
Really about it, nigga never [?] it nothin'
We don't know you then we won't sell you nothin'
Take your chain if I feel that you stuntin'
Rob you, I ain't leaving with nothing
Make a song, watch how quick I'ma burn you
I'm like take me to the safe now, yeah
Where I'm from no it ain't safe, no, yeah
You get shot up in your face, oh, yeah
Nigga know that we don't play, no, yeah
Confidential, ridin' 'round in the rentals
Bad bitches tryna fuck on the lil niggas
Wrap it up, we wrap the bricks and then we send 'em
Young nigga, gettin' to it, chasin' millions, yeah
Confidential, ridin' 'round in the rental
Worldwide but I still be dealing
I used to be on the ground
Now that I'm up bitch I'm way in the ceiling
All of that fake shit you do I don't feel it
Talkin' 'bout hits and you know I'll send it
Niggas hating 'bout the fact that I'm in it
Contemplating about makin' them millions
Not wasting my time with bitches
Quit it right after I hit it
Thank the lord that I did it
I really came from them trenches
All of my niggas they with it
Moving dope through the city
Like the beat, when it's beef I'ma kill it
Hop in the foreign, I start it and hit it
Confidential, ridin' 'round in the rental
Bad bitches tryna fuck on the lil niggas
Wrap it up, we wrap the bricks and then we send 'em
Young nigga, gettin' to it, chasin' millions, yeah
I'm like take me to the safe now, yeah
Where I'm from no it ain't safe, no, yeah
You get shot up in your face, oh, yeah
Nigga know that we don't play, no, yeah
Confidential, ridin' 'round in the rentals
Bad bitches tryna fuck on the lil niggas
Wrap it up, we wrap the bricks and then we send 'em
Young nigga, gettin' to it, chasin' millions, yeah
Ayy YoungBoy, gang
Yeah, I'm like take me to the safe
I'm like take me to the safe now, ayy
Get shot up in your face, yeah