Lyrical Breakdown of Pop Out - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Pop Out" 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 "Pop Out" 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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A'ight, before we begin
Baby, you know the rules
No phones
Don't talk about shit we do in the bedroom
'Cause, ma', you know I got a family
Matter fact, just eat this dick, call me Jeffery Dram'-er
(Dramatic nigga)
Hahaha, YoungBoy, y'all ready? (Gangsta Grillz)
Uhm, Jason, we here bro, yeah
Fall, mmh, hold on one second
Lost friends, yeah (808 Mafia)
From a cage to the stage and my name, they screamin' loud
From no sleep to no eatin', say, "I got to make it out"
You love me? Then don't leave, 'cause I need my family now (DJ Drama)
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Gotta tax 'em, it ain't low (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Bitch, I grew up jackin' outside that store (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
I been went and tatted all my bros (oh, oh, oh)
I been lost my patience for a hoe (oh, oh, YB, have at it, oh)
Pop out, yeah, yeah
All these bitches bad with me and they all tens
And they have their way if they want, they fuck me together
And they know I'll do it, I'll tell 'em, to be careful
They know (brrt, brrt)
Switch on back bro, Glock, my nigga, we don't fuck with cops (yeah)
"He got dropped, pick up your nigga," what we tell the opps
We wet up blocks, they know we let off shots
Act like they not, but I know that they hurtin'
Yeah, bitch know I ain't perfect, yeah
Bitches ain't deserve it, spend my everyday time workin'
Uh, I got Cartiers on, YoungBoy Steve Urkle
She know I ain't perfect
She just love the way I work it and I love her ass, yeah
Can't dirt it, heard how you try to swerve it
But I ain't no Swiffer than that .30, he crash
I am not to worry, not nervous
These are no Steph Currys, I step with 'em and they both fall (psst)
From a cage to the stage and my name, they screamin' loud
From no sleep to no eatin', said, "I gotta make it out"
You love me? Then don't leave, 'cause I need my family now
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Gotta tax 'em, it ain't low (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Bitch, I grew up jackin' outside that store (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
I been went and tatted all my bros (oh, oh, oh, oh)
I been lost my patience for a ho (oh, oh, oh, oh)
(Gangsta Grillz) a'ight, listen up
I need everybody to take their cell phones out and put your light on
Light this bitch up
I want to welcome you all to history in the makin'
Oh, yeah
Y'all niggas didn't see this comin'
YB, DJ Drama
C'mon, ma'
You know I got a family