Lyrical Breakdown of Free Dem 5's - 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 "Free Dem 5's" 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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(Ayo, Bans, what you cookin'?)
This for lil' Jordan, alright
Mob dreams, jumpin' out the bottom the pot
Yeah, it's Slime
My guard preach free, Vaughn B
Free my daddy and free Phat Beezy
We be strapped up and we run deep
And it's back to back static 'til we get even
Who is that at the front door?
Point the chopper at the peephole
They lookin' for Slimeto, okay
Slime-ass nigga, don't come this way
38 baby, duckin' murder cases
Poppin' out, keep a mask like Jason
.223 and it hold the casings
I bang red, control the bases
I don't sell no yola, baby
But my cousin, he get pure dope straight from out the Nola, change the trace
I'm a fuckin' problem, nigga
I play with them choppers, nigga
And I'm quick to pop somethin', yeah, ask my mama, nigga
I'm the fuckin' dada, nigga
Try to pull off, get followed with it
My young niggas, they come out the window, fft, fft
That's why the feds tryna lock a nigga
Pick it up, hold it, just move it, don't lose it
I got that shit for to blow out the fuses
Talk to lil' mama, she fuck with my music
She said that she know me from off of a news clip
Run through a million, I bloodied the cruise ship
I got it, ain't stoppin', I'm trainin' my body
I'm on it, I'm poppin', up, down, no hydraulic
From the Nawf, free my brother BB out the bottom
Southside, northside, ain't got guidance
That's Bway, they off Sherwood
I don't need no counselor 'cause my mail good
Bitch, I got a card that you dare pull
Left bodies in my own hood
Yeah, pull off, then turn right on Highland, tryna see if cuzzo's phone good
Slime-ass nigga, don't come this way
38 baby, duckin' murder cases
Poppin' out, keep a mask like Jason
.223 and it hold the casings
I bang red, control the bases
I don't sell no yola, baby
But my cousin, he get pure dope straight from out the Nola, change the trace
I see mob dreams, jumpin' out the bottom the pot
How that fuckin' boy dope like that? He straight pure drop
From the streets, he be in jail back-to-back, life a hard knock
Soon as he get locked up, they ship his ass 'cause he gon' bond out
Different cars, I throw out faces, I'm the shit, this YoungBoy, baby
I want the money, she fuck with me daily, can't stay in her place, she be bringin' her babies
Modifications, skrrt, I got the whips, I don't trip, I don't drive it on daily
Two million garage, this not a façade, I'm fuckin' with Gotti, you know where it's hittin'
Body language, you tell it, I'm holdin' my own, they callin' my phone, I'm hittin' decline
I'm on top of they neck, I'm pressure, they cannot recline
He run, I'ma blow out his spine
Fuck with me, you know we slangin' iron, I'm gon' punish them
Do or die, who it's gon' be? It's you or I, I got a drum for him
My guard preach free, Vaughn B
Free my daddy and free Phat Beezy
We be strapped up and we run deep
And it's back to back static 'til we get even
Who is that at the front door?
Point the chopper at the peephole
They lookin' for Slimeto, okay
Slime-ass nigga, don't come this way
38 baby, duckin' murder cases
Poppin' out, keep a mask like Jason
.223 and it hold the casings
I bang red, control the bases
I don't sell no yola, baby
But my cousin, he get pure dope straight from out the Nola, change the trenches
I'm a fuckin' problem, nigga