Lyrical Breakdown of Everyday - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Everyday" 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 "Everyday" 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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Dubba-AA flex
Slime
And these people they don't know, yeah
And that shit I never showed, yeah
So much shit I never told
I'ma show 'em I'm a man, I'ma get it on my own
Never speak on what you see, hold it in 'til I'm gone
On my sons I ain't playin', hit a nigga with that chrome
I'm mossin' like I'm steppin', yeah
Spinnin' through my section, yeah
Used to buy that ratchet, shootin' dice strapped with that Wesson, yeah
I'm prepared and I'm ready, yeah
Said that they gon' stretch me, yeah
Thuggin' for so long on a nigga for to test me, yeah
They don't know my lingo, all I talk is C-note, invest in kilos
Strapped with a revolver every time I used to fuck with Dino
I know, he know, and she know that YoungBoy bust that nigga head
Know Ne know that I won't cheat, no told that bitch to close her legs, yeah
Had to get out the streets though
Still a commit, up kick though
Still be with the shit though
Go to Atlanta, buy a drink from Casino
Whole lot of money, whole lot of fame
Still run with the same clique though
You don't come how I come, so stay in your lane
You play and get shot in your shit though
This for them niggas who be hustlin' every day, yeah
This for them niggas screamin' "fuck it," tote them Ks, yeah
This for them niggas quick to shoot you in your face, yeah
This for them niggas thuggin' 'til they in the grave, yeah
I got that Glock on me
And I ain't stuntin', nigga think that he the dumbest
I'ma put that nigga under
I got them shots on me
I'm chasin' money, nigga play and I'ma burn him
I'm a Z, bitch I'm a zombie
Up with the Glock, and I'm bustin' his head
Back to back steady be takin' them meds
This for them niggas that's locked in the feds
I'ma stand on everything I said
The beam on the choppa ain't green, it's red
He run up on me, get hit with this lead
Start it, then drive the McLaren in cash
Start it, then I'm pullin' up where you stay
Remove the plate and tape two clips up on the K
Can't find that nigga, we gon' burn him where he breathe, yeah
Bitch that's that heat, I'm forever in the streets
Thinkin' he could fuck with me, I'ma put that bitch to sleep
This for them niggas who be hustlin' every day, yeah
This for them niggas screamin' "fuck it," tote them Ks, yeah
This for them niggas quick to shoot you in your face, yeah
This for them niggas thuggin' 'til they in the grave, yeah
I got that Glock on me
And I ain't stuntin', nigga think that he the dumbest
I'ma put that nigga under
I got them shots on me
I'm chasin' money, nigga play and I'ma burn him
I'm a Z, bitch I'm a zombie (slime)