Lyrical Breakdown of On This Line - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "On This Line" 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 "On This Line" 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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Baby
(Mommy, India got them beats)
Wake up, bitch
(Leor, light it up)
Ayy, you see that nigga they just brought in here?
I know him, man, that nigga from the other side
Come on
He got a soap sock, I got a shank (Yeah)
What the fuck he on this line for?
I don't know what they think
Soon as they bring our breakfast tray (I'm on there),
You know I'm gon' crank (Yeah)
Soon as these doors open up, I don't give no fuck, I just wan' bang
You know I ain't worried 'bout none of these pussy niggas
Laugh my bitch ass to the bank
Free my cousin,
I go there and sit there with 'em
If these niggas keep actin' like what they ain't
Gun a nigga down,
Broad daylight
Makin' sure he dеad right there,
I don't play right, nigga
Scary-ass nigga keep callin' 'round the city
Tryna cop a plеa and get his face right with me
If a nigga on this line with me
Bang fire with me, you ain't safe, my nigga
Guarantee every dome from A to C
Know I bang big B in my face,
My nigga
By mornin', I'ma check 'em out this bitch
Bean bag, know they gon' mace this bitch
Lock down 'til the whole line get fixed
I ain't worried 'bout one nigga in this bitch
Cause he got a soap sock, I got a shank
What the fuck he on this line for?
I don't know what they think
Young nigga been locked since seventeen, runnin' shit
Shippin' them bowls, police keep takin' his phone
He in prison and he put me on
I'm still rappin', got rich, now I'm tryna get him home
Yeah, somebody tell Meek and Jay-Z help me go get my cousin
Ain't got time to play with this shit
Don't play with me,
Play with yo' kids
Niggas know Baby bussin',
They know I got stain in this bitch
Aim at a bitch,
Shoot out the side of a Maybach
And went back and painted the whip
Pay me a lawyer
Bulletproof trucks for my daughter
So coppers can't spray at the whip
'Cause I got a AR, he got a Glock, huh
"Damn,
That nigga still shootin"
That lil' shit just ran outta shots, huh?
Catch a nigga go and eat shit,
Bet before a nigga speak
He gon' think before he talk now
I was the hottest rapper in the world
Gettin' in shootouts right in front of a cop car
Spray, nigga
(I got a red flag, made out of gym shorts) Yeah
(I got that mojo, sprayed on top of New Years car)
(I just got my court date pushed back, they tryna make it hard)
(Tryna see if I'm lucky for to find that new pack on the yard)
(My nigga just gave me a new Android, I ain't have to pay for it)
(My nigga just made another draw blood)
(We all might get charged for it)
(Can't go to the dome, they got me sinnin', black and white stripes)
(Or cross me, that's a old head, he told me that he doin' life)
(He doin' life, damn)
I'm too young for that, huh, huh
I pray to God, I said I swear to God
I-I-I hope them bitches don't try to hang a nigga like that, slime,
You heard me?
I don't know why this nigga got me on this mufuckin' song rappin'
Like we in jail right now anyway, nigga
Nigga crazy, bitch, you home, nigga
Know that's that life we live, nigga
Stay ready for whatever, yeah
They caught up, they feelin' up
He got a soap sock, I got a shank
What the fuck he on this line for?
I don't know what they think
Soon as they bring our breakfast tray, you know I'm gon' crank
Soon as these doors open up, I don't give no fuck, I just wan' bang