Lyrical Breakdown of Forgiato - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• 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 "Forgiato" 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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(I need to speak to Mike Laury) (Yeah, you got Mike Laury) what you on, foe? (Dubba-AA flex) You already know, nigga We tote big Glocks, be like Yamaha Four-five shit, nigga, yeah, yeah (Winning lottery numbers coming up) Big slime Pulled up and I was stuntin' on Forgiato wheels They ain't even have to question 'Cause they knowin' who it is Probably got my son up in this bitch A dirty stick, I'm full of pills Oh, you can run and talk that shit You gon' get stretched before this year end (this is the sound) Okay, pop a ten, free Lil Ten, killin' That's where I'm at Right in that North where I'm known as murder man Okay, my mama told me pop my shit and do my dance, I did Dirty stick while I'm in this bitch on six Xans This for my grandfather, I told him I'll never mess up, no He tell me keep my burner on me, make sure my money long Heart hurtin' bad, thinking 'bout Ten, no date on coming home Phat Black been in and out Got a new case, just want me to get it gone This for my system niggas, I ain't see Natty Kid in a minute Over seven times, never seen my shooter Real gravedigger, contract business Better tell 'em I'll zip them niggas Hanging out that Escalade with that Ruger Talking to my mama 'bout what they claimin' While she saying, "Fuck 'em, tell a bitch prove it" Don dada, boss man (Don dada, boss man) they don't wanna do it (They don't wanna do it, baow) Hanging out the window, I ain't even tuck my chain (Baow, baow, baow) Like, yeah, bitch, how you wanna do it? Pulled up and I was stuntin' on Forgiato wheels They ain't even have to question 'cause they knowin' who it is Probably got my son up in this bitch, a dirty stick, I'm full of pills Oh, you can run and talk that shit You gon' get stretched before this year end Okay, pop a ten, free Lil Ten, killin' That's where I'm at, right in that North Where I'm known as murder man Okay, my mama told me pop my shit and do my dance, I did Dirty stick while I'm in this bitch on six Xans Marble floors, in it, I got hoes Rap nigga want me dead, I'ma take the nigga soul Reppin' off of one body, Top got over seven gone Once that nigga add three Then I'm gon' start counting on my toes Pulled up and I was stuntin' on Forgiato wheels They ain't even have to question 'cause they knowin' who it is Probably got my son up in this bitch, a dirty stick, I'm full of pills Oh, you can run and talk that shit You gon' get stretched before this year end Okay, pop a ten, free Lil Ten, killin' That's where I'm at Right in that North where I'm known as murder man Okay, my mama told me pop my shit and do my dance, I did Dirty stick while I'm in this bitch on six Xans Since a kid, in and out the chains Swear they don't know my pain I don't know who tryin' to get me at work one night I ain't sleep with my shank I check shit off the line, I don't do no runnin' Bitch, I run that game Step with niggas in the dawn from Gardere Lane Gettin' full of pure cocaine He a nose sniffer, he don't use his veins Doped up 'fore he swing that thing Evacuate whole set they claim (Hold on, nigga, hold on, hold on) Bitch, I'm lil' bitty and this shotty got some kick and I think that's too strong Kobe in that bitch 'cause I got a stick Can't hide it, that bitch too long Marble floors, in it, I got hoes Rap nigga want me dead, I'ma take the nigga soul Reppin' off of one body, Top got over seven gone Once that nigga add three Then I'm gon' start counting on my toes Always on slime business (Slime business) Matter fact, got me some slime hoes (Slime hoes) Come on, ayy, come on I run with gravediggers, pallbearers Knock 'em off after them youngins wet up the funeral My ape, he did it, but I don't understand 'em In the streets, you got beef You been stalking for to bust his dome (Make Winnfield his home) Then it's on Catch you, then you gone, in the ground That same nigga your casket gon' be laying around