Lyrical Breakdown of Digital - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Digital" 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 "Digital" 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.
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(Medusa, what you on, nigga?)
(We love you, Heavy)
(Say Ten, stay dangerous)
Look
Digital scale with a digital pole
My old-head, he like to play baseball
He ain't gotta worry 'bout what I do, 'cause I'm gon' get me some dough
Stack my money up and then I buy an old-school on 24s
I'm a motherfucking gangster, mama, thank you (yeah, yeah)
I spent my whole life in war, my life in danger
That's on my backpack with a stack and I'ma spank you (bow, bow)
Gravedigger fuckin' spin 'em, gonna stain 'em
So many chains, they might get tangled
This pack what I'm smokin' famous
Fillin' places, get it to the point where we just fight with bangers
YoungBoy just like Brucе Wayne
Paul Pierce, John Wall
This for to whеn I was locked up in the feds, ain't answer one call
Bitch, you know you better turn down, I'ma stand up
This money holdin' all my jeans down, can't pull my pants up
You seen 'em stop the stolo, spin around, unlock my window, thug
This clown-ass nigga gon' try to run then hit the ground as soon as it bust
You know I got it in the clutch
Do or die, no one to trust
Cold and my heart cold
Bangin' 'til I'm out of breath
Hustle 'til I can't no more
Smokin' joes to ease the stress
With my nigga, he a mess
We in the old model stock 'Vette
Digital scale with a digital pole
My old-head, he like to play baseball
He ain't gotta worry 'bout what I do, 'cause I'm gon' get me some dough
Stack my money up, and then I buy an old-school on 24s
I'm a motherfucking gangster, mama, thank you
Came out the yard with hard, and now I'm rich and famous, oh, oh, oh
Been a felon since '17, they say I'm dangerous (they say I'm dangerous)
'Cause they know every time they catch me, I got a banger (yeah, slime, slime)
Grandma died, I meant Baba, I picked up my prayer beads
Evil and don't like to talk, I think I'm a rare breed
In the city, know I bust brains, green flag, demon seed
Kill two, that's Siamese, I'm on the eight right where the river be
Epitome, go tell 'em they can't get rid of me, nah
If my life a stick, my youngins, they gon' kill to eat, ah
I got four-door matte black Range Rovers, I got ten cars
Bought my mama a house in Houston and moved grandpa from out that North
Digital scale with a digital pole
My old-head, he like to play baseball
He ain't gotta worry 'bout what I do, 'cause I'm gon' get me some dough
Stack my money up, and then I buy an old-school on 24s
Yeah, this Slime, man
Lil Top, this Slimeto
You already know what it is, 4K Trey
Northside 38, we put guns to the face, who gon' die today?
Bitch-ass nigga, ain't nobody safe
My old-head, he play baseball, nigga
I'm tryna get me a Cully
I'm tryna get me a Cullinan with the top down on 24s, believe that