Lyrical Breakdown of Kick It - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Kick It" 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 "Kick It" 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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And like that It's been a pleasure (ForeignGotEm) We gone (Gangsta Grillz) Mhm, mhm Uh-uh-uh, mhm Uh-uh-uh, mhm Uh-uh-uh, mhm Uh-uh-uh, mhm (oh, yeah) Uh-uh-uh, mhm (oh, yeah) Uh-uh-uh, mhm (oh, yeah) Right now I'm up and focused, this a Plain Jane Rollie This Maybach my trophy Legendary like Kobe I want her, she bogus She leave me, no notice They gon' never understand me, what my mama told me So, I won't never show no love (uh-uh-uh) Know I can't get weak for somethin' I'm leavin' once it's done Puttin' nothin' but ganja in my lungs I'm tryna heal my pain, I just got crossed and it burns I lost my love, but it's okay though 'Cause I feel good Shawty stickin' on my side Yeah, right as she should Tryna keep my head up, yeah Tryna go somewhere where the blood don't do no shedding Hold on, kick it, rich bitch on Sunset Probably on her sixth Benz Who speak? I just say, "Hi," to 'em Probably wonderin' how I been Wake up and dress myself, don't need no stylist (no, no) I'ma bring this shit out, if I wear it, I fit it Polo trunks can't fit these riches We can go all night got too many bitches I ain't worried 'bout that, probably stressed 'bout business Got my gun on sight in a Benihana kitchen I don't even eat this, Ben came here fishin' From the Nawf to my house with a pool, he living On the Dro all night, she gon' stand up limpin' See my drink, I ain't leavin' I'ma still keep sippin' She a target, ain't want her, I'ma steady keep missin' Mhm, mhm Uh-uh-uh, mhm Uh-uh-uh, mhm Uh-uh-uh, mhm Uh-uh-uh, mhm (oh, yeah) Uh-uh-uh, mhm (oh, yeah, Legendary) Uh-uh-uh, mhm (oh, yeah) Right now I'm up and focused, this a Plain Jane Rollie This Maybach my trophy Legendary like Kobe (YB) I want her, she bogus She leave me, no notice They gon' never understand me, what my mama told me (they didn't want this to happen) (Gangsta Grillz) Oh, my, God She's like cheese, watch me come next Suckers