Lyrical Breakdown of Million Dollar Kid - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Million Dollar Kid" 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 "Million Dollar Kid" 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.
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Oh-oh, don't let me cry (whoa, whoa)
(Why you goin' up, ReoN?)
QRN (Juvy Catcher 'bout a check), yeah
Million dollar check, million dollar nigga
Million dollar beef, million dollar hitter (uh)
Million dollar streets, million dollar system (how?)
But, I ain't have a dollar back when I was little
That money changed the ones around, somethin' that I discovered
The same ones who not around, I used to call my brothers
Dawg, how you run to the internet when you got my number?
You ever seen two million cash layin' inside a duffle?
One hundred, I promise, I ain't frontin'
Two hundred, I promise, I came from nothin'
Three hundred, told 'em I'm gon' be somethin'
Four hundred, lost it all wit' no worries
How many steps that's to a million dollar nigga?
The number one question that's to lil' homie in the trenches
Extensions, stocks, my Smith & Wesson on my side, it get wicked
I did some shit, it ain't no regret, I ask the Lord for forgiveness
It always happen to the ones who fake the life that they livin'
I made it happen on my own 'cause ain't no one wanna give me
I lost my cousin to this street shit, other ones to the prison
Pistols was clappin' 'bout my homie, it was either leave or get with it
Just me and Flash, I wrote a song same day he told me I'm gifted
It was either starve inside the streets, he ever since I be spittin'
I seen so much of poverty, I do this shit for my children
I ain't have a dollar for them sneaks, but always been rich in spirit
Million dollar check, million dollar nigga
Million dollar beef, million dollar hitter (uh)
Million dollar streets, million dollar system (how?)
But, I ain't have a dollar back when I was little
That money changed the ones around, somethin' that I discovered
The same ones who not around, I used to call my brothers
Dawg, how you run to the internet when you got my number?
You ever seen two million cash layin' inside a duffle?
One hundred, I promise, I ain't frontin'
Two hundred, I promise, I came from nothin'
Three hundred, told 'em I'm gon' be somethin'
Four hundred, lost it all wit' no worries
You just gon' leave me cryin' without no tissue?
After all we done been through, you know that I need you
I'm guessin' I'm see-through 'cause you don't see the vision or the things that I'm goin' through
Through it all, I got you
Other side, I ride too
Even though they want my mind gone
What did I do for to make my brother change?
When he was my main man
Chasin' money, totin' things
Together, we was everything
I done had a hard life, I come up out a broken home
Quando said, "Top, send me one million," forever hold him down
She ain't ever lift me up when she seen I was broken down
She supported me and supported them
I ain't mad 'cause I ain't local now
Million dollar check, million dollar nigga
Million dollar beef, million dollar hitter (uh)
Million dollar streets, million dollar system (how?)
But, I ain't have a dollar back when I was little
That money changed the ones around, somethin' that I discovered
The same ones who not around, I used to call my brothers
Dawg, how you run to the internet when you got my number?
You ever seen two million cash layin' inside a duffle?
One hundred, I promise, I ain't frontin'
Two hundred, I promise, I came from nothin'
Three hundred, told 'em I'm gon' be somethin'
Four hundred, lost it all wit' no worries
You know, man, you know I done seen so many niggas change
Like, man you know, one of my big brothers, you know, that nigga changed
Back when a nigga ain't shit like that, but fuck 'em, you know?
You know, I done lost all love for both of them niggas really
Like, how you got on a interview and talk down on the fam' like that?