Lyrical Breakdown of Smoke Strong - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Smoke Strong" 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 "Smoke Strong" 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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Ayy, I'm in this bitch like
I'm, I'm rollin' up right now, you heard me?
(Hzrd went crazy on that motherfucker)
I smoke dope all day (I smoke strong, huh)
I got money, I got hundreds
I keep a pole on my waist
I go and dump it, I ain't runnin', nah
In this bitch like I done gone mad
Smokin' on that strong pack
Look, you gon' get your dome snatched
You know that I'm on that
No, she cannot hit, might keep movin' her big booty ass
All in my crib like she wan' move in, must want me to smash
Hold on, hit the gates, broad day, time to smash, ah, ah
Take off his face, SRT, hit the gas
Gone, almost home now, they was on our ass
Never mind, I'm paranoid, know I do that bad
Light my Backwood up
I'm in the backwoods up in Utah smokin' Cali stuff
Come to the backwoods, you get hogtied, no playin' with us
Don't care 'bout wherе I'm at long as I'm strapped, just know I'm comfortable
Tryna push your shit back, you gon' get clappеd soon as you come for us
If I say step, then they gon' step on somethin' (I smoke dope all day) (I smoke strong, huh)
I got money, I got hundreds
I keep a pole on my waist (on my waist)
I go and dump it, I ain't runnin', nah
Back up in that Nawfside, city known as Jigga City
My people see me outside, four-deep in that Honda Civic
Try to speak, don't even waste time 'cause they know right now I'm on business
Bought that stolo right from Mr. Ratchet
Broke with nothin' 'cause ain't catch nothin' up in it, bah
Gotta catch my cut, but I got 50 grand y'all gon' split up
Oh, I'ma get the nigga, whack his ass, make him bite the dust
You know I'm too official, been doin' this shit since the first bitch said it's up
I want them pallbearers and gravediggers, smoke opps, increase they health
I smoke dope all day (I smoke strong, huh)
I got money, I got hundreds
I keep a pole on my waist
I go and dump it, I ain't runnin', nah
Bitch, it's Big Lil Top in another car, I'm like, "Ah"
Go to him, be the hype, he ask me, "What's the type?" and I'm like, "Wow"
Plenty racks, pit stop, hit the I, burn out tires
It go down, then you just drive
I'm out the roof lettin' off that fire
She one hundred, she get hired
Bitch, stack that money in a pile
Just walk around, let me smack your ass
Bitch, take control, don't be a child
Hold on, Top say, "I want 20 hoes inside this house"
Steal out my place, we put twenty poles inside your mind
I smoke dope all day (I smoke strong, huh)
I got money, I got hundreds
I keep a pole on my waist
I go and dump it, I ain't runnin', nah