Lyrical Breakdown of Dog Food - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Dog Food" 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 "Dog Food" 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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Sellin' heroin in the Montcleir
Got that concrete, catchin' hard sell
Stop throwin' them pills, but it all sells
Get, get, get
Isoton, melaton', boy, this shit here gontta p-
Middle of Kansas, flip a quarter bale
Ready to plug, really ain't hard to tell
I was sellin' drugs when I was up in jail
MeechyBaby came home, I'm still spillin' drugs up in jail
Heroin flipper, yeah, I post bond when I go to jail
Fuck the brave team, don't need no pussy bitches on my trail
Yeah, I love them pussy bitches on my trail
A real bitch, where they done gone? But she used to work at the Paris
Country bitch helped me flip that crystal in her Saint Tropez
I got that ice, ice, baby, all up and livin', said Paris
Fuck a foreign car, bitch I'm in the Cutlass full of ass
Old ballin' ass nigga, MeechyBaby, know I'm really havin' it
The dumb way, bitch you know I'm livin' like I'm savage
Right on the silver street, I was sellin dope right by my granny
Gotta press a bitch, I put some fentanyl all in them Xannys
I'm a fentanyl stepper, me and dog food got married
Fuck with needle users, they get mad when they can't have it
Niggas say I'm on that dog food like I'm beegie
I'm in an all strapped bad with my cousin BG
Ain't got no hoes, ain't got no goals, really stuck in the streets
Fuck a job, ready to rob, tryna touch me a key
It go, it go dog food, I'm really stuck in the streets
I got that dog food they talkin' 'bout, that shit that pets eat
I got that dog food, boy, I got that boy for cheap
I got that dog food, I can get you murdered for free
It go, it go dog food, I'm really stuck in the streets
I got that dog food they talkin' 'bout, that shit that pets eat
I got that dog food, boy, I got that boy for cheap
I got that dog food, I can get you murdered for free
Got that dog food, roof, Meechy jumpin' out the coupe
Bitch, I'm tryna flip a cousin and put some diamonds on my tooth
But my youngin' and them some fools, they gon' put you on the news
Fuck a nigga, yeah, shoot him in his face tattoos
Shoot the bitch up in his tear, I'll make his momma shed some tears
Green flakes, slimin' shit, send that bitch to a field
Adderalls and Percocets, bitch, you know how Meechy live
Brave team, kick the door, ain't no dope up in my crib
Ha, ha, ain't no dope in here, ain't no dope in here
Ha, ha, ain't no pills in here, ain't no smoke in here
Ha, them niggas pussy, they don't want no smoke with him
Ha, he off that bottle, for sure no heart in him
Trap off the bottom, I'm flippin' Os in here
AR and FNs, lotta poles in here
I'm servin' needle users, they play with their nose in here
4KTrey, get your face blown in here
Bitch, I'm sellin' dope like I'm Craig gangs
Bitch, I got that dope like I'm big Don
Old steppin' ass nigga, I could get you slumped
Old heroin flipper, I got what you want
Dog food
I got, I got, I got, I got, I got, I got...
I got dog food
I got, I got, I got, I got, I got, I got...
I got dog food