Lyrical Breakdown of What You Gonna Do - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "What You Gonna Do" 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 "What You Gonna Do" 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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(17) (D-Roc) Young man, young man Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh Sung in the choir when I was a child, when Grandmom died, my life got worse Passenger side while in the ride, I made a ski mask out of my shirt Stand like a pope until I'm in the dirt Gravedigger, he don't like to flirt, he said he need some work He could kill or play the block, watch out for cops Watch how you move, you take that wrong step, then we stop He go by Top and he killed plenty and they wanna see him knocked, put in a box Presidential, he official, they want the switches on they Glock Ask me how I know, from the pattern, left inside my five car Nigga, I want static, we get active, I say, "Bitch, let's go to war" I say, "Better make sure you ready, here they come" Young man, young man, ooh (young man) What you gon' do when they come for you? This shit should be over They comin' to take your motherfuckin' soul And you sittin' around dancin' and playin' with these hoes Like we ain't got them Glocks out, tryna knock your top off Take it easy, boy, I'm with big C, know that's Choppa Boy Disrespect, trip to the doctor for it Sprint, take off his spinal cord Now run, dumb bitch Couldn't get your gun inside the club, but I bet my gun did Young man, young man, ooh (young man) What you gon' do when they come for you? Sung in the choir when I was a child, when Grandmom died, my life got worse Passenger side while in the ride, I made a ski mask out of my shirt Stand like a pope until I'm in the dirt Gravedigger, he don't like to flirt, he said he need some work He could kill or play the block, watch out for cops Watch how you move, you take that wrong step, then we stop He go by Top and he killed plenty and they wanna see him knocked, put in a box Presidential, he official, they want the switches on they Glock Ask me how I know, from the pattern, left inside my five car Young man, young man, ooh (young man) What you gon' do when they come for you? Nigga, I want static, we get active, I say, bitch, let's go to war I say, better make sure you ready, here they come Young man, young man, ooh (young man) What you gon' do when they come for you?