Lyrical Breakdown of Hold Your Own - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Hold Your Own" 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 "Hold Your Own" 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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(Ayo Bans, what you cookin'?) (It's Malik on the track) (Run that shit up, Jay) It's YoungBoy (Khris James, what the fuck?) Street nigga, and she got a real possessive body Youngin', don't you want your life? Don't be stupid, this ain't kamikaze How you 'posed to hustle? You can't focus, you out here takin' Roxies Knowin' I got the trick like hocus-pocus for to drop the boxes Hold your own, young man Oh, oh Just remember no love, oh Inside the streets you roam (go) New York in a peacoat, catch me jumpin' out of taxis Just paid ten million for my taxes, no time for flashin' Transaction active, he too flashy What's the worse perhaps could happen? Result in him tied up on the other side of the bed, stuffed under the mattress Tryna twist my world around like she a Rubik's Cube Tryna bring some love around to stop my hustle, I'll murder Cupid She say, "You don't deserve me, stupid, you fuckin' jerk, let go of my shirt" Since grandma died, I ain't go to church, she a gospel woman, the past hurt In a eight Atlantic section, hand in a pot, I'm with VL Been a chef before a rapper I was tryna show 'em that my recipe still good still Duckin' from a line of steel, they done pried bae to the car Tell the bosses it's my time, "I'm on the line, hold your cigar" Shots fired, we send 'em back, the neighbors say they saw us And they knowin' we can't control it but try protectin' they lil' boy Feelin' insecure, I could work you good but feel like a lil' boy That's just me, I'm thinkin' out loud but your bitch'll tell you, I go hard I done jumped up out my sleep, I'm on K2, it's not that boy No direction, ain't no plans, just tell Chris to just press record Just bought a new house for my girl, my daughters, and my lil' boys Six million, bitch, I'm sittin' on top the mountain like a stolo, nigga Hold your own, young man Oh, oh Just remember no love, oh Inside the streets you roam Just did time, became hustler, tryna turn it from backwards (what that mean?) He been tryna make the money, keep on stackin' Education out the streets, don't need no lecture, pastor Where I'm from, police, they don't like me 'cause I'm a rich fuckin' bastard Turn it up, I go faster, I come from stolen cars to my own whip Got a shooter inside with me, ain't got no name, they like, "Who own him?" Told youngin', "Don't leave the backside of that Nawf," they like, "Who zoned him?" Finally rich, I came home and turned around, they say, "They cloned him" Mathematics gon' switch my whole position, we play with numbers here Started indie, puttin' shit in the grave, this be them diggers, yeah Green flag tattoos all on they face, and they be quick to kill From the environment, holdin' my bitch body was an attempt to get me drilled Through all the water, all the murder, look who standin' still Audemars came stainless steel Portrait painter can't even paint the kid D.A. tryna paint the picture A lie, I can't, the truth, I bid Signin' general bond, still set the bid Dreamin' of contract business as a kid Hold your own, young man Oh, oh Just remember no love, oh Inside the streets you roam