Lyrical Breakdown of Thug Of Spades - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• 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 "Thug Of Spades" 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.
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I told them put me on, had to run it up on my own They was actin' like they ain't hear a Now even when I'm right, a wrong Now these wan' see me gone It's probably 'cause I'm a real Nah, I ain't trippin' on no Be done hit a in a six-pack get a bag, (Let's go) The judge wanna see me sit back But it's probably 'cause his Daughter wanna with her lil' thick a- My rich a- don't kiss a- I'm the definition Of what these can't find Pistol packin', half the times dreamin' 'bout slangin' some iron Ayy, how you feelin'? I'm chasin' money, tryna catch up on time I ain't never change I'm still the same, I'll put that Glock to your mind We die to live Give a f- 'bout no Grammy Long as my son grow to be real That heavy metal I'm rockin' out I'm known to that keep that steel Since I was nine to this time Really done gave the jail too many years But I'm a young rich a- Check how I floss, forever ball Paid for a Rolls, my son got Lambos and all I'm sorry, mama, I've been hurtin', I ain't takin' time out to call Not even prayin', jump out the bed, I swear it's hard to stand tall I told them put me on Had to run it up on my own They was actin' like they ain't hear a Now even when I'm right, a wrong Now these wan' see me gone It's probably 'cause I'm a real Today in life, it ain't nothin' like old days I say money made everything change Ayy, from my mans to my kids to myself I say he forever capitalize off pain Main big Rollie, big pistol Top shotta, don dada, f- gravedigger We let them shots off at you and whoever came with you While I'm takin' off, equip my brothers, that's a gang missile Stripes Nigga, I'm official, f- a whistle, nigga Life They gon' have to give me, 'fore I let a take mine I'ma kill a hundred They say I'm remindin' of Pac Keep playin' around on that camera Phone, they gon' find a he shot Dead, they call that FaceTime Stay out the way But I'll shake your whole gang 'fore you shake mine Solo Pushin' the buggy in the store with the tool And I'm pullin' up Lamborghini, pickin' up my daughter from school We grew up fast paced, no big homies to show us the rules I be havin' bad days when I don't want to take no photos, I'm rude Like move Ten times outta ten, if you ever see me, I be clutchin' I'ma let it slang and pray to God Show me forgiveness when he judge me I'ma try to aim that bitch between a ears, he ever touch me Can't trust a ho, even if these b- really think they love me Long as you know, never let a give me nothin' Nowadays, really gettin' money, I remember back when I told them niggas put me on, had to run it up on my own They was actin' like they ain't hear a Now even when I'm right, a wrong Now these wan' see me gone It's probably 'cause I'm a real I told them niggas put me on, had to run it up on my own They was actin' like they ain't hear a Now even when I'm right, a wrong Now these wan' see me gone It's probably 'cause I'm a real