Lyrical Breakdown of Games Of War - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Games Of War" 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 "Games Of War" 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.
- Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to YoungBoy Never Broke Again's narrative.
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Nigga, nigga, hold on
This a motherfuckin' Newport that I'm smokin' on
Nigga, I've been gettin' money 'fore you wrote a song
Nigga, I've been makin' millions from across the phone
Hold on, hold on, just left, Karl Malone (ay)
Nigga hoppin' out that window 'fore bro rolled it down
Huh? Hold it-, huh, what the fuck you on?
You ain't bummin' how I'm bummin', get the fuck from 'round
Nigga, 'fore I was 16, I been left a stain
Nigga, I've been gettin' money like the Juiceman (ay)
Been locked up in them chains, but still, I'm untamed, huh
That two million dollar rings on my main thing
Huh, made it to his postman, but we slang 'caine
Nigga, I was broken as a child, but learned to cope with pain
I was sellin' roxies with Big Dumbaman and KK
Done fell in love with that choppa just like Tay-K
Bang, bang, pussy nigga, better not lift your head up
Ooh-ooh, I cut up so bad and then the feds come
Oh-oh, young nigga stayed up trappin' from the night to sun
I'm ready to roll, me and Ten in that car, we tryna get at somethin'
Huh, we ain't goin' in from the first to the third
Nigga, we gon' get it in, I don't care what you heard
That my big brother, he got money, he don't care, he gon' serve
Gon' be hustlin' all my life, 'til the labels done heard
I been gettin' money, I been gettin' money
I been gettin' money, I been gettin'-, ay
I been gettin' money, I been gettin' money
I been gettin' money, I been gettin' money
I come from the South, this pussy nigga say I'm country
I been gettin' money, bitch, I come straight from the concrete
Bang, bang, soon as you play some games, send your ass six feet
Skrrt, skrrt, that's a brand-new Range, now catch up with me
I got Maraj-Petty, just like I'm Minaj
Baby, I'm Jay Leno, tell 'em look at my garage
And I came from Chippewa Street and I had it hard (had it hard)
Boy, you don't want no war with me, we'll kill you and your squad
Mama used to buy me scratch-offs just as a lil' boy
All that tough shit, nigga, we'll stretch 'bout, meet me at the park
All that rah-rah shit, nigga, we don't play 'bout, we play games of war
Big dirty rod, pop out by the house and then just "Baow"
Baby, I been gettin' money, the whole world they done saw
Baby, I don't think that's funny, you done squirted in my car
Hold up, they can run up on me, might be in just by tomorrow
Bitch, I got the wave, I could grab my phone and hit up Rod
I get 950 for one show, mama, I'm a star
I got mansions all around Utah that's paid for, I'm that boy
I got daughters and some sons that been rich, since they were born
I got some bitches that my gang initiated like Mulan
We been trappin' all night, 'til the sun fuckin' come
On a Xan' all night in the yard havin' fun
We been hustlin', hustlin', hustlin', hustlin', I'll show you how it's done
Try to jack, we end up bussin', bussin', they know you cannot run, baby
Like I'm Bear Boy (frrt, frrt)
Foe must take your ass down like a task force
That's a new check, huh, and I work for it
Bro 'nem got a check that I ain't gift 'em, nigga, so work for it
(Did you pay him to stab him?) I say, "No, sarge'"
(Well, you gettin' a ticket for drivin' reckless) that ain't no charge
(The total four hundred and twenty-thousand dollars) she want two of 'em
(Sir, if you got a weapon, we gon' have to take it) I got two guns
All these fuckin' hundreds on me, I got blue arms
Drivin' like I ain't got no mind because my roof gone, huh
Baby, I ain't got no time 'cause I just came home, huh
I just sold me five birds, let's get my slang on, huh, pussy
Just left Karl Malone, uh
Nigga, what the fuck you on?
I need me 50 million, like right now, oh
Baby, who don't know? Nigga
I been gettin' money, I been gettin' money
I been gettin' money, I been gettin'-, ay
I been gettin' money, I been gettin' money
I been gettin' money, I been gettin' money