Lyrical Breakdown of Goals - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Goals" 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 "Goals" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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I took the top off the motherfuckin' coupe
They closed the door
But I still made it through
Flooded my neck
Look how much I done grew
Overtime for to make sure I don't lose
Run it up with my partner
Give a lot to my mama
Doin' bad but I know that it's a lot for me to do
I was tired of doing the same thing
Got serious
Then I changed lanes
They knowin' that we bust brains
But ain't why I'm inside in chains
Put my focus in the main business
Lookin' for a half a ticket plane
Tryna find somethin' that fit the description of my pain
My name to some people ain't looked over
Go find you somethin' to look over
Since young, never been a pushover
Got the bag like a book holder
Nigga you gon' make me mad
And we gon' spin on 'em
Did the dash inside a Lamb' and then he crash
Ain't get a dent on him
That's my lil' homie
Remember posted at the store
I ain't have a cent on me
One uniform
Went to school everyday the same lint on me
Needed help to stand up straight and then they bent on me
Dirty bitch was catchin' fire and I wouldn't even piss on 'em
I took the top off the motherfuckin' coupe
They closed the door
But I still made it through
Flooded my neck
Look how much I done grew
Overtime for to make sure I don't lose
Run it up with my partner
Give a lot to my mama
Doin' bad but I know that it's a lot for me to do
Switched the motto
I ain't hit the lotto
But my bag different
Skippin' school with my dog
Wasn't really tryna bag with me
Fell in love once
But mm I said my grandma was different
I'm like, "Mm I'm a millionaire
I ain't with the kidding"
That's me just thinkin'
Too much money
Separate the bank
2012 I'd use a shoebox
I don't really like to talk
I ain't bein' rude now
Three hundred thousand
It be for fashion
And I still'll probably pass it up
I don't give no fuck as long as we got a gat on us
That's a new edition
She don't want me
She feel like my heart old
Why you want my heart
Love?
Take it slow
I ball on and off court
I took the top off the motherfuckin' coupe
They closed the door
But I still made it through
Flooded my neck
Look how much I done grew
Overtime for to make sure I don't lose
Run it up with my partner
Give a lot to my mama
Doin' bad but I know that it's a lot for me to do