Lyrical Breakdown of Self Control - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Self Control" 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 "Self Control" 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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Drum Dummie Cashmoneyap Dj Swift on the track I'ma leave here with what I came here for, now what you sayin'? You don't wan' take it there, don't go there with us, nah (nah) Walked in with a Styrofoam cup with plenty racks off in my hands (my hands) And we ain't come here for to lose, we want it all Smokin' dro 'cause I need it So I could be calm instead of dangerous when you see me (when you see me) You niggas know we quick to let it blow for any reason (I don't want to) Kick down your door, post up on your front porch, and we ain't leavin' When my grandma died, I had to beat the odds and it wasn't easy When Boozilla died, I almost lost my mind, broke me to pieces (rest in peace) We was slangin' iron for Dump and all the rest, it ain't no secret 38 across my neck, we be them boys you don't want beef with Smokin' dro, smell it when I hit the door, 'cause I need it I ain't the one, these pussy niggas know I be fiendin' I bought the car with diamonds 'round my throat, bitch, I'm beamin' I don't think no nigga can't see me, I be paranoid while I'm leanin' (let's go for real) Smokin' dro 'cause I need it So I could be calm instead of dangerous when you see me You niggas know we quick to let it blow for any reason (bow, boom, boom) Kick down your door, post up on your front porch, and we ain't leavin' I'ma leave here with what I came here for, now what you sayin'? (What you sayin'?) You don't wan' take it there, don't go there with us, nah Walked in with a Styrofoam cup with plenty racks off in my hands (my hands) And we ain't come here for to lose, we want it all Whole lot of racks on these VV's (racks) I'm so slime, on this Glock, got a green beam (go) Got a whole lot of people that need me Bust your head all over the right thing (bow) I ain't got nothin' but a dub and a Black Card up inside my Ami' jeans (what else?) I just want head, can't fuck in a bed, it's just some things don't excite me (yeah) Testin' your gun inside of the backyard, let it hit, get your aim up My youngin official, he wait in your backyard, and I call him the bang thug Wake up in the morning, get fresh as a bitch I'ma walk in the 'yo in some Margielas And the way we gon' dump at the boy with the stick (brr, brr, brr, bop) I'ma finish him off with a four nickel I be thinkin' 'bout Dump all over the time This shit just don't feel right (ooh) I don't go to no club, I be takin' these drugs Ridin' and keepin' that steel tight (ooh) Every night 'fore I sleep I think 'bout the North Side where I grew up, no ho type (North) Play, I put you to sleep before you could see (bitch) Pull up where you be and it's on sight I'ma leave here with what I came here for, now what you sayin'? (What you sayin?) You don't wan' take it there, don't go there with us, nah Walked in with a Styrofoam cup with plenty racks off in my hands And we ain't come here for to lose, we want it all Smokin' dro (dro), 'cause I need it (I need it) So I could be calm instead of dangerous when you see me You niggas know we quick to let it blow for any reason Kick down your door, post up on your front porch, and we ain't leavin'