Lyrical Breakdown of Rich Shit - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Rich Shit" 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 "Rich Shit" 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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I don't come for nothing, don't pay, you won't see me Want all blue strips, that's all I need Lame-ass ho waste time, can't trick me You can keep trying, can't beat, can't be me She ain't all mine, guess the bitch don't need me To another level, goin' out of reach Rich shit, business, slidin' in this motherfucker Ho wan' get lit, same 'fit, slime bang the same color Shawty, I thought she was mine, can't say I ain't love her She ain't have no man, she was all on my line, can't say that I ain't cut her I drive the Rover and I drive the Rolls Play it low-key and got a Tahoe Drive the McLaren, it tear up the road Throw up my B's, I'ma hit with my pole Bro ain't no rookie, you know how it go I was poppin' pills when I walked through the door Bought her stainless steel just from touchin' her toe And you know the deal if I find she a ho Got a swag might kill And you know I keep a hitman Steph, get milled on Tell that nigga he get picked in the draft, I'ma split him Headin' off with a stick, mortician goin' on Goin' in in the middle when it pop off You know I got my blick off, up go down And you know I let the shots off He ain't finna go home, should've been left from 'round Oh, right there She was like, "Let me show you how to do it right" Man, this bitch want money tonight Bro them right there, you know it's on sight and you know it's in here Got gunners on my left and gunners to my right Got 'em on the way, pullin' up, yeah Bro make a call, another five hoes, they come in here (you know what I say) Smoke out the pound, got Glocks and Dracs, you run in here (Glocks and Dracs) City one day, yeah, it bang over my way Niggas shouldn't come, already know how Top play Thursday, party day Nigga, you can die on a Friday Nigga, you can die on the highway Nigga, you can die from a side play Shawty like a cat, that's nine ways And a million in one to get us played She don't sleep all day, but work late Fam I don't come for nothing, don't pay, you won't see me Want all blue strips, that's all I need Lame-ass ho waste time, can't trick me You can keep trying, can't beat, can't be me She ain't all mine, guess the bitch don't need me To another level, goin' out of reach Rich shit, business, slidin' in this motherfucker Ho wan' get lit, same 'fit, slime bang the same color Shawty, I thought she was mine, can't say I ain't love her She ain't have no man, she was all on my line, can't say that I ain't cut her