Lyrical Breakdown of I Is That - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "I Is That" 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 "I Is That" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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I come from jackin' and breakin' in houses, yeah, I lived that
Fuckin' these ho's, to not givin' a fuck 'bout these ho's, yeah, I did that
These niggas ain't let me, I had to go kick in a door, yeah, I did that
Now I'm in this bitch, my swag on froze wit' my rich ass
That ho keep tearin' me down
Bro move pounds, over two dice, it's gone
Tryna keep my calm, but the ho make me get down
And this shit ain't fun
I don't fight, stand up to my gun
Red flag, and I gave one to my son
Red flag, nigga can't duck that
Hit his ass all in the head, pussy nigga can't run
And I still dog these ho's
And I still don't like niggas, like I beat they vine
I'm a dog, two Pitbull's inside of my home
Named Peaches and Diamond, that's one out of one
I don't like to argue wit' her, but the bitch she be trippin'
She be makin' me feel like she schemin'
I'm on top of my pimpin', ain't slippin'
When the ho make me mad, I say the most dirtiest things
Inside a glass bottle, I pour up my lean
Pour up forever, you know that I'm up
She could buy me Mc'Donalds, she know I ain't trippin'
I been that lil nigga, I'm straight out the slums
Smokin spice through the day, make me feel like I'm dumb
Through the night and the day we be gettin that sum
In the house, I'ma keep me a hundred on hundred
For a stick up, buy baba lil brother a drum, I did that
Pay my brother lawyer for to beat the case, I did that
Stay down, stack that money 'til I made a way, I did that
Fuck these rapper's, I'ma kill all these lil niggas, bitch, I is that
Fuck these niggas, go spin on 'em, pussy ass nigga better not spin back
I come from jackin' and breakin' in houses, yeah, I lived that
Fuckin' these ho's, to not givin' a fuck 'bout these ho's, yeah, I did that
These niggas ain't let me, I had to go kick in a door, yeah, I did that
Now I'm in this bitch, my swag on froze wit' my rich ass
That ho keep tearin' me down
Bro move pounds, over two dice, it's gone
Tryna keep my calm, but the ho make me get down
And this shit ain't fun
I don't fight, stand up to my gun
Red flag, and I gave one to my son
Red flag, nigga can't duck that
Hit his ass all in the head, pussy nigga can't run
I wait outside of these store
He gon' hear niggas come, bitch I steal that, yeah
Knock on they door, they ain't home
He breakin' they window, and then I get in that, huh
Fuck on that ho' from the back 'til I'm feelin' her bone
Get in there, I get in there
Ain't no effort in songs, I'm up in my zone
And these niggas, they sound like beginners
To a stolo, bro'nem turn that rental
Made a diss 'bout me, ole whack ass nigga
Get money, Big B, that's me, Big Blood no C
They ain't in my Cartier lens, nigga
He say, if somebody snatch his chain, he be claimin' that he gon do this and do that
that nigga a ho, when they reach for his neck
he ain't let off the strap, he just went to the 'gram
I'm in that North wit' my momma n'nem, nigga
That same set, I sold a thousand some' grams
The same hood known for to murder a man
The minivan, bring in the coroner van
Slime ass nigga, wack a dead ass man
Young ass nigga, go stick up the stand
She want Dior, but I only buy Vans
I did this shit without throwin' my hands, I did that
Ran me a forty up on 'em, that forty pointer on 'em
You know that I did that
Lil shorty from Houston, I sent that lil ho twenty thousand
She ask, why I did that
I told her, I'm feelin her vibe and I'm likin' her body
That lil bitch is that
Kill one of us and we kill back, yeah, yeah
I come from jackin' and breakin' in houses, yeah, I lived that
Fuckin' these ho's, to not givin' a fuck 'bout these ho's, yeah, I did that
These niggas ain't let me, I had to go kick in a door, yeah, I did that
Now I'm in this bitch, my swag on froze wit' my rich ass
That ho keep tearin' me down
Bro move pounds, over two dice, it's gone
Tryna keep my calm, but the ho make me get down
And this shit ain't fun
I don't fight, stand up to my gun
Red flag, and I gave one to my son
Red flag, nigga can't duck that
Hit his ass all in the head, pussy nigga can't run