Lyrical Breakdown of Rose Gold - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Rose Gold" 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 "Rose Gold" 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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Uh, tell them niggas stay out my way, I'm good Tell 'em I don't need no award, I'm 'hood Ho wan' fuck, tell the bitch, "Let's do it" Rolls Royce umbrella, she thought they were canes Jump in a Bentley, I jump off a plane Swervin' that Phantom, still duckin' the cams I'm the shit, fuck a Pamper, they bring up my name Not wearin' white, everything rose gold Got another nigga ho tryna take my soul Put in the Patek and it came two-tone Cartier bracelets with Jacob & Co Sit up and cope Hopin' it's plain jane, keep a nigga heart cold, whoa Fuck nigga want you to say you want smoke Fuck on these hoes and they fresh like the Pope Shoot wit' the Glock like I'm Ja Global, don't need no WiFi She know I ain't doin' shit for hundred thousand Fuck 'em, go tell 'em I'm hot now I waited to blow, I popped now One million dollars, I'm turnin' it down One hundred million, I'm chasin' it down Controllin' my business inside of my home Rich nigga, Bentley sittin' dead 'cause nobody drive it round Case in the feds and I'm waitin' for his call Celine, color red lookin' like he sellin' pounds Jimmy Choo granted, my AP is matchin' My shorts got 'em both in the color of brown Hold up, know the whole thing rose gold Sit and I think, I'm just watchin' her tone Makin' that love 'cause lil' ho I ain't regular Fuck 'em, it don't make a difference because they ain't scared of us Every contestant, I buried 'em We're laughin' everytime they say they head of us Grind all day, I don't do no clubbin' Pushin' who button? It'll turn out ugly Remember I said only you can trust me Know I'm cutthroat, slime, just like my cousin Uh, tell them niggas stay out my way, I'm good Tell 'em I don't need no award, I'm 'hood Ho wan' fuck, tell the bitch, "Let's do it" Rolls Royce umbrella, she thought they were canes Jump in a Bentley, I jump off a plain Swervin' that Phantom, still duckin' the cams I'm the shit, fuck a Pamper, they bring up my name Not wearin' white, everything rose gold Got another nigga ho tryna take my soul Put in the Patek and it came two-tone Cartier bracelets with Jacob & Co Sit up and cope Hopin' it's plain jane, keep a nigga heart cold, whoa Fuck nigga want you to say you want smoke Fuck on these hoes and they fresh like the Pope (Gangsta Grillz)