Lyrical Breakdown of My Killa - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "My Killa" 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 "My Killa" 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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Nike on unlike the rest, I got me a check, we can do it, my nigga, yeah
Bro standing on that pledge, I got 'em too influenced, my nigga
Take that nigga head off (bop), that's my killer, yeah
Me and Herm don't play at all, nah, that's my nigga
Park had left me cold, I ain't got no code
Don't turn me down, bitch, I'm grown
Yeah, come track me down through these phones
Bro 'nem kickin' them doors
I want that hit, get it gone (get it gone)
Yeah, now, one, two, three, four
Ben 'nem movin' in, pull up, kick door
.45 in my pants on the front row
Fuck nigga move wrong, end up gone
Now I only hit one, then I gotta go
Tryna leave with everything that I paid for
Nigga tryna get fame, get bang-broed
Make that .40 go baow straight to his dome, yeah
I ain't taking these bitches all over 'cross the world with me
She just want her a Perc, that P-E-R-C, I'm giving her three (I'm giving her three)
I'ma take her ass down, I ain't tossing back down, I ain't paying no fee
Want it for to go down, shoot a whole hundred rounds if a nigga want beef (bang)
Yeah, shoot that blicky (bop), take one off
You hear that? That's that ice inside my Styrofoam
Broke-ass nigga thinkin' I'm too high, gon' get his mind blown (slime, slime)
Kickin' this shit in Gucci covered in rhinestones
Nike on unlike the rest, I got me a check, we can do it, my nigga, yeah
Bro standing on that pledge, I got 'em too influenced, my nigga
Take that nigga head off (bop), that's my killer, yeah
Me and Herm don't play at all, nah, that's my nigga
Poppin' them caps, get to jumping like Tigger
Real 38, it ain't nothing else bigger
Beat a nigga ass, probably mad I ain't kill him
I'm a real gang baby, I don't fuck with these niggas
Came from the back, I was in Parish Prison
Same way I rap, nigga, caught 'em slippin'
Hit 'em with stamps like iPhones
I'm talkin' the apple that look like a nigga had bit it
He don't wanna be in this real Blood business
Ten the lieutenant, got shooters on call
If that lil' boy take a stand, he gon' fall
Play and I shoot 'til it's empty on y'all
Blowing that smoke and it's coming out loud
Before I got five, I collected me four
Hollows gon' rain like they taking a shower
Do that boy bad then hop on the road
Nike on unlike the rest, I got me a check, we can do it, my nigga, yeah
Bro standing on that pledge, I got 'em too influenced, my nigga
Take that nigga head off (bop), that's my killer, yeah
Me and Herm don't play at all, nah, that's my nigga
Park had left me cold, I ain't got no code
Don't turn me down, bitch, I'm grown
Yeah, come track me down through these phones
Bro 'nem kickin' them doors
I want that hit, get it gone