Lyrical Breakdown of Lil Top - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Lil Top" 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 "Lil Top" 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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Khris James, what the fuck? Goddamn, VJ with another one Let's go Ayy, turn me up, Big Zo We finna step up, yeah (Mmh, that Lil Top), Lil Top, Lil Top, yeah I'm really Top, really, I'm really Top, yeah I'm really Top, hey, I'm really Top, yeah I don't want that top, yeah, it's on, lil' nigga I cut off my day ones for the win (Win) I just pulled up in that black Maybach, you can't see in (Skrrt) Up, got plenty racks, I keep a strap with one cocked in Not even close with family Why the fuck would I want friends? (Tell me that, lil' nigga) Let's go Fuck the ones who talkin', bitch, I'm lit, alright (Alright) A million dollars worth of cars, no lease, no rent I'm only twenty, can't nobody tell me shit, I'm slime (I'm slime) Bitch cross the line, I lose my mind, I bust that iron, look Pistol totin' while swervin' in a Rolls-Royce, yeah Just send my million through an invoice (Let's go, let's go) I spend plenty blue face racks on shit I wear once, yeah Just like that hoe, man I can't keep nothin' (Can't keep a hoe), let's go Lost my brothers, I ain't friendly, nigga (Friendly, nigga) I spent two-fifty on my Bentley (Oh) Straight up out the mud, we from the trenches, nigga The realest ones had the hardest way of livin' (Talk to 'em) But who want smoke? I drop them bags, I'm quick to send it, pussy nigga Whip out with Glocks out from our Hellcats And some benjis, broke ass nigga Fuck their opinion, it don't help out how I'm livin' (Yeah) Let's fight with millions, fuck whoever think I'm trippin', and yeah I pull up black, and I see trouble Cock one in it, yeah (I cock one in it) I'm full of Xanax All my brothers rollin' with me, yeah (They rollin' with me) I'm up and focused, probably blow if you come near me playin' Got all my pockets filled with hundreds Doin' the murder man (Let's go) The biggest boss, ride through the North I keep my gun in hand (Gun in hand) I don't wanna talk, I let it off while all these diamonds dance R.I.P. Dump, everyday dump a hundred some rounds on them Came from the bottom They don't even know, this money got 'em starin' (Let's go) (Mmh, that Lil Top) Yeah, mmh, that Lil Top now Mmh, that Lil Top, yeah, mmh, that Lil Top, yeah Mmh, that Lil Top, heard that, mmh, that Lil Top, yeah That Lil Top, uh, hmm, that Lil Top, yeah Pistol totin' while swervin' in a Rolls-Royce, yeah Just send my million through an invoice (In through an invoice) I spend plenty blue face racks on shit I wear once, yeah Just like that hoe, man, I can't keep nothin' One, two, three million, I bet it, placed a bet, I set it It's way too hot, clear out the block, spin on your shit and wet it Do it and stop, Prada'd up, bitch, we flexin' while we steppin' I don't want to talk about that shit, this money my confession I say this new Bentley a go-kart, drive this bitch like Kirby I just threw one of them thangs back, I came through, I was swervin' Get out of line, we smush your brains back, that murder shit be urgent 4KTrey, we put this bitch straight to your face You think I'm worried (Yeah) Lil Top, yeah, mmh, that Lil Top now Mmh, that Lil Top, yeah, mmh, that Lil Top, yeah Mmh, that Lil Top, heard that, mmh, that Lil Top, yeah That Lil Top, uh, hmm, that Lil Top, yeah Pistol totin' while swervin' in a Rolls-Royce, yeah Just send my million through an invoice I spend plenty blue face racks on shit I wear once, yeah Just like that hoe, man I can't keep nothin' (Goddamn, VJ on another one)