Lyrical Breakdown of Myself Pt. 2 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Myself Pt. 2" 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 "Myself Pt. 2" 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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(Henry, you ate this one) Oh, I'm him, ay Put them youngins on his ass, he gon' get murdered when they see him You ain't heard? Bitch, we get active, nothin' but smackers over here I got verses, bro got doja, nothin' but trappers up in here Bitch, I came in myself, why not be myself? I can't stand it myself, right now, I'm not myself I talk with that bop, but I'm tryna watch my step I cut up in that bitch with my ten standin' right there I came with that shit, shorty, she wanna get fucked up And I wanna hit her, I wanna bend her now My mama told me get back, I'm in this bitch buggin' Get it catch or get it shot Hold up, bitch, I can't now, yeah Ay, this Slimeto, what you on, 5? (Yeah) You already know I draw lines, anybody gon' die if they try (yeah) Who the fuck are these niggas? I'm with 8, dog They ain't on what I'm on (yeah) I'm talkin' 'bout every day, we gon' keep this shit over one million, look Who gon' die today? Spin and bend and murder witness Spin and get a Benz, Bentley, shorty get it independent Bad bitch, big titties, fat ass, get up with me Young nigga, I'm in this bitch, Northside, dumb shit I can make 'em roll soon as that drum hit Stupid dumb bitch, we slump shit, fuck who they run with It ain't safe inside the road, I'm in a section, they can't come in Revolvers rusty, flush him up in public, catch him fumblin' And I been takin' trips out on vacation with my wife out in Jamaica Protect this paper with this laser, if you fakin', I'm gon' waste you I'm not in this bitch to kick it, makin' deals under the table For that three million, I just triple-crossed 'em, bitch, it's fuck a hater Ain't no way it ain't gon' stick 'cause I just watched Vaughn make it lock I'm in the streets, she like my life shit, with the Glock, I make it pop And lil' baby, I just wanna hold her, uh And lil' baby, she just want a soldier, uh Bitch, I came in myself, why not be myself? I can't stand it myself, right now, I'm not myself I talk with that bop, but I'm tryna watch my step I cut up in that bitch with my ten standin' right there I came with that shit, shorty, she wanna get fucked up And I wanna hit her, I wanna bend her now My mama told me get back, I'm in this bitch, buggin' Get it catch or get it shot Hold up, bitch, I can't now, yeah Huh Hmm, yeah Hmm, yeah Hmm, yeah