Lyrical Breakdown of Swerving - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Swerving" 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 "Swerving" 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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(We love you, Heavy)
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(Say 10, stay dangerous)
Swervin' on the E-way, on the E, it's 'bout six
Chains across a nigga neck, it cost me a brick
Throw away the burner, and you know I had to throw away my bitch (Medusa got that pressure)
Cross that line, nigga, Top gon' introduce you to some raw shit
New .23, I bought this, they don't know nothin' 'bout this (know nothin' 'bout)
Tryna flash 'em, blast 'em, smash 'em, then go change my outfit
Goldman's Sachs, got that 4 Magnum, I be on straight boss shit
Bullets faded like Ross, I let you have 'em if you cross me
It's a new Patek, my nigga, I'm strapped up, they ain't check my denim
It go down, straight up, we send him, bro 'nem let off shots out rentals
Four new million, don't be speakin', they be tryna find my rhythm
Be tryna find out how I killed 'em
Check my swag, it's like a Demon ridin'
Swervin' on the E-way, on the E, it's 'bout six
With them demon babies
Wet the block, Osama crazy
Chain look like some Now and Laters
Gettin' lit, start changin' face
Shoot the scene like Morgan Tracy
Tell 'em I be YoungBoy, baby
Look, slidin' in a Porsche, turnt up in my rearview
Think I hear Big Dump inside my ear, don't let 'em steal you
We be standin' on shit throughout the year, they get killed too
Vacuum seal, that money dried up, and my tears too
Lil' bro ain't even out of middle school, but on pills too
And he keep a tool if he see you, he gon' get at you
Let a nigga try to top off fightin', we gon' hit at you
Keep an evil look inside my eyes, I'm on jigaboo
Swervin' on the E-way, on the E, it's 'bout six
With them demon babies
Wet the block, Osama crazy
Chain look like some Now and Laters
Gettin' lit, start changin' face
Shoot the scene like Morgan Tracy
Tell 'em I be YoungBoy, baby
Beatin' 'em in that dipper, it come with deadly credentials
Stick be full of lead, that's pencils, they'll write you off if you whistle
I got shit I put in order, they think that youngin' my lil' one
We go toe-to-toe with katanas, shovel graveyards, that's my symbol
I ain't use no gloves to package, that's my fingerprints, redo shippin'
We let junior drive, road blastin', ten from out the MAC just to flip 'em
Change your 'fit, switch out your pan, and burn the rental (yeah, yeah)
Well-trained, 4KTrey, hollow sounds, fuckin' spin 'em
Swervin' on the E-way, on the E, it's 'bout six
With them demon babies
Wet the block, Osama crazy
Chain look like some Now and Laters
Gettin' lit, start changin' face
Shoot the scene like Morgan Tracy
Tell 'em I be YoungBoy, baby (YoungBoy, baby)