Lyrical Breakdown of Project Walls - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Project Walls" 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 "Project Walls" 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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Makin' me go crazy now, oh, I know Yeah, I want it, I-I-I-I, I wanna know Roaches, project walls, dead broke, I seen all Tryna change my life, damn near tried it all Know some want me dead, locked up in the feds I strive for better 'Member when I was broke Runnin' 'round hungry, no coat Probably fried or put up on the dope Never had money, so I got the bag and went dummy Had shit to cop up with my notes, freestylin' quotes Came from the bottom, it's possible, over work was my approach These niggas ghosts Stick to the ones that gon' love you for you, if not, you're gon' be toast Niggas be jokes, gotta stay woke They want my spot, that's why I do the most This off the dome, sometimes, I tend to roam But I can't leave it 'lone, they got me coast to coast Still check in a lot to make sure mama proud Clearin' two hundred fifty, Rolling Loud Been sellin' out bigger shows, bigger crowds Still, I don't know how My friends tell me they miss me, "Tjay, can you drown? Please don't play around Focus on your sound, put on for the towns" Tryna mix pieces I can't pronounce Pockets clutchin' up, man, I can't frown Thankin', "Lord, why You do it for me? Know it's many who see, now let's never go down Roaches, project walls, dead broke, I seen all Tryna change my life, damn near tried it all Know some want me dead, locked up in the feds I strive for better Those just federal walls, I seen that before ('fore) I'm so gone, oh God, I don't cry no more (more, oh) Fake shit tear me down, all way to my core (my core) Play for the second time 'round, no, I don't need that whore Tell 'em to try it again, them niggas, they thought I was finished, yeah Pullin' right up in a Benz, I gotta make sure that they hear me, yeah (ooh) Tell 'em, "I don't need no friends," I'm runnin' up all the millions Got my back, I don't need no hand, we swerve on all them niggas Have 'em spray the fan in front of my fam', I'll have 'em up all the switches I ain't showin' my hand, part of my plan, I'm handlin' all the business And I handle her too, they just salt me down, I seen that before I heard gun shots 'round, I'm not worried no more Roaches, project walls, dead broke, I seen all Tryna change my life, damn near tried it all Know some want me dead, locked up in the feds I strive for better Makin' me go crazy now, oh, I know Yeah, I want it, I-I-I-I, I wanna know