Lyrical Breakdown of Just Made a Play - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Just Made a Play" 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 "Just Made a Play" 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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DJ Chose I look like I just made a play (just made a play) I got them bands out the safe (the safe) Told Kfodder go get the K Niggas broke we gon' have us a race Jump out the Bentley and leave in the wraith No, I can't see 'em or hear what they say Patiently waiting for them to come play, wait Hold up, pints on the Sprinter van, pour up These fuck niggas they know us (they know us) They know that gang what we throw up He can try, and you know we gon' blow 'em He said what? He gon' have to come show us All of my niggas we really can do it All of my niggas we really can do it, hey Versace belt fresh out the case (out the case) Ferragamo 'round my waist You know my jeans Balmain (Balmain) Me and you are not the same You know I'm real fly like a plane Diamonds all up in my chain Aiming that rifle, hit you from the range Boy we strapped up, we ain't playin' no games You know it ain't nothin' I can't handle Pull up, I'm bringing that hammer Dirty stick like a ladder Catch 'em and hold 'em for ransom If they don't pay we gon' stamp 'em (stamp 'em) Most of these niggas are bitches Most of these niggas are actors Swear to God that they trapping That ain't work, now you're rapping Broke niggas hustling backwards (broke ass niggas) You can smell it through the wrapper Feel the purp's in the package Got it out of town low Come to the city, we taxing We don't know you, probably jack you I look like I just made a play (just made a play) I got them bands out the safe (the safe) Told Kfodder go get the K Niggas broke we gon' have us a race Jump out the Bentley and leave in the wraith No, I can't see 'em or hear what they say Patiently waiting for them to come play, wait Hold up, pints on the Sprinter van, pour up These fuck niggas they know us (they know us) They know that gang what we throw up He can try, and you know we gon' blow 'em He said what? He gon' have to come show us All of my niggas we really can do it All of my niggas we really can do it, hey Yeah, it look like I just robbed a bank (why you say that?) Gold chains, Shabba Ranks (I'm shining) Sipping zips out the pint (right now) It's hard to walk on that drank, yeah (hard) I'll never go broke again I just did a walkthrough for ten Versace shades, pay the same for the lens, hey I'm allergic to fuck shit, I sneeze (achoo) I be poppin' them pills with the V's (them percs) I be driving them cars with no keys (skrt) Pull up with them straps on me like Steve Urkel, I'll never go commercial, ayy (nope) I'm a boss, you a worker, ayy Yellow tape, white chalk, blue lights (what's that?) Play with me, you know it's murder, ayy (homicide, homicide) Hold up, a hundred round drum what it hold (drunk 'em0 Shoot 'em and go do a show I'm having this shit I hopped out the Aston Martin, then I hopped in the Rolls (we gone) I look like I just made a play (just made a play) I got them bands out the safe (the safe) Told Kfodder go get the K Niggas broke we gon' have us a race Jump out the Bentley and leave in the wraith No, I can't see 'em or hear what they say Patiently waiting for them to come play, wait Hold up, pints on the Sprinter van, pour up These fuck niggas they know us (they know us) They know that gang what we throw up He can try, and you know we gon' blow 'em He said what? He gon' have to come show us All of my niggas we really can do it All of my niggas we really can do it, hey