Lyrical Breakdown of Steady - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Steady" 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 "Steady" 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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(Fuckin' Beat Execz, nigga)
(Slime) yeah
(Slatt)
Ohh
Before I die I send my prayers up to Heaven
I take the blame for my trials I've been livin' too reckless
Run down and shoot him in his shit, no, he ain't gotta come test me
I got this carbon in the car and I'm a convicted felon
I got this carbon in the car and I'm a convicted felon (baow)
I'm livin' on the main stage and all my youngins be steppin'
I'm on the road with Baby Joe, months ago he was my celly
He got a Tec up in this bitch, it's cocked and loaded and ready
He still a run up in yo' shit and take it all if you let him (yeah)
These niggas pussy as a bitch, but once they throw it I catch it (bitch)
Up with the Glock in front the club and, bitch, I'm sending a message (baow, baow)
And I'ma die behind this shit, at least I know where I'm headed
Fuck a hand, hold yo' own, ain't never break the code
For that cell, I stood alone, bitch, now tell me who gon' fold?
I admit, it left me cold, fucking 'round with these hoes
Need a one who down, just to be up that bitch a sell her soul
Money take over, walk through the valley with crack addicts
Jania tatted, gun on my side, survivor tactics
Counted up eighty bands, ain't finish school, no mathematics
No, we don't pick and choose, he break the rules, we let him have it
To all my niggas dead and gone, I'ma tell you I love you (love you)
I keep the chrome 'cause, bitch, you know I don't trust you
Steady be riding around, you know how me and my thugs do
Steady callin' my phone sayin' these niggas won't touch you
Every nigga with me got a stick might think that we purging
And we ready for to go get off in some shit like it's urgent
Quarter-million dollar car parked on the block and I swerve it
Nigga said that he want smoke behind who shot? I ain't heard it
(I ain't heard it, bitch)
I'm ready 'fore to hear them words I drop a bag on 'em
All my niggas moving on my word and they gon' smash on em
Ain't come and look for you myself because I'm chasing money
But if you ever run into me that's your ass
To all my niggas dead and gone, I'ma tell you I love you (love you)
I keep the chrome 'cause, bitch, you know I don't trust you
Steady be riding around, you know how me and my thugs do
Steady callin' my phone sayin' these niggas won't touch you
To all my niggas dead and gone, I'ma tell you I love you
I keep the chrome 'cause, bitch, you know I don't trust you
Steady be riding around, you know how me and my thugs do
Steady callin' my phone sayin' these niggas won't touch you