Lyrical Breakdown of In Control - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "In Control" 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 "In Control" 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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I need to talk to Mike Laury Hello? This is Mike Laury Dubba-AA flexin' Mommy, India got them beats SK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines Trippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down Ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down You wasn't never with the shit, nigga We'll slide on em, they know it now (This is the sound) Pull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down YoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down He was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that) You want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now Money on your head, I get you bankrolled I'll whack your mammy and your daddy if you ain't know She actin' classy, throw some money on a stank ho I pull up actin' with that ratchet in my raincoat Whip out that Glock, get out your top and get your brain blowed We got them Hellcats but we dippin' in Durangos Go with your move, we pop your ass and get your name known And that's a fact, that nigga mad because his mans gone I just rolled me up an opp, I get my "Bang" on You bitches don't want war with us, Jay, this the same song These niggas lyin', they scared to ride, well my gang wrong Hop out the back and spray this bitch without no aim on, hold on AK, machine guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hell Fuck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tell Hoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tail YoungBoy that top nigga, bitch nigga, don't say Kentrell SK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines Trippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down Ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down You wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they know it now Pull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down YoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down He was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that) You want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now When I was in jail, I was with Nadi on the line, nigga He say he want him gone, we check him off 'cause he wasn't slime, nigga Laid inside my bunk, I slept with murder on my mind, nigga I'ma knock them niggas off like back-to-back, bitch, when it's time, nigga Bitch, it's homicide when it's time to ride, all you niggas dyin' Them bullets flyin', niggas go to droppin' with no fuckin' sign Whip down, go to bustin', make you piss your pants, that's lemon-lime Should've known that it get ugly when it's up but ain't no fuckin' hidin' AK, machine guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hell Fuck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tell Hoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tail YoungBoy that top nigga, bitch nigga, don't say Kentrell SK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines Trippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down Ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down You wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they know it now Pull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down YoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down He was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that) You want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now Straight gang shit, no lame shit, you know what it is Play games, get your brain split, bitch (This is the sound) Yeah, 4KTrey, yeah Ain't nobody safe Outside thugs, we put guns to the face Who gon' die today? Slime, nigga