Lyrical Breakdown of Ain't Even Know - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Ain't Even Know" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Chief Keef weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Ain't Even Know" 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 Chief Keef 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 Chief Keef's narrative.

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Phone going dumb Bitches going bonkers Going dumb I pulled up with the thonkers Phone going dumb (Yeah) Bitches going bonkers (Yeah) Baby I come from the sun (Yeah) That's why I'm always Glo-ing (Yeah) I pull up, these niggas run (Skrrt skrrt) 'Cause I'm always fucking blowing (Gang gang) You know these niggas be my sons (Yeah) How you know and I ain't even know it? Ooh, I gets lots of ooh I don't beef with you I beef with no fool Counting a lot of cool Hundreds and they blue White on my shoes Fuck whatever you want to do You get pussy, cool, you get money, cool Pull them blue hundreds out my pocket I pulled them up out the blue Jumped up in the pool, your bitch in my room She can't come to the pool, it's only for Glo I got weed, I got aim, I got bills, I got drank Where you from? Where you bang? What you claim? Where you hang? You wifed that bitch like she ain't fucking But that bitch out here thoting like it ain't nothing Phone going dumb (Yeah) Bitches going bonkers (Yeah) Baby I come from the sun (Yeah) That's why I'm always Glo-ing (Yeah) I pull up, these niggas run (Skrrt skrrt) 'Cause I'm always fucking blowing (Gang gang) You know these niggas be my sons (Yeah) How you know and I ain't even know it? Pull up, skrrt-skrrt, hop out, duh-duh Ride a really-duh, really-duh Shoot at foot-foot, medulla-dulla-duh What I'm smoking, uh, what I'm sipping, uh, what I'm ridin', uh Got your bitch last night, she hit me and said she riding, uh She just want to waste all of my time and I ain't got enough All I wanna do is count my money and get high as fuck She gon' suck me up, then I pull up Then she gotta go what I told her Baby girl, I know I'm bipolar I remember when I dreamed of riding Rovers Now I'm shining from my wrist to my shoulders Looking for your bitch, we be up in my mansion fucking Phone going dumb (Yeah) Bitches, going bonkers (Yeah) Baby I come from the sun (Yeah) That's why I'm always Glo-ing (Yeah) I pull up, these niggas run (Skrrt skrrt) 'Cause I'm always fucking blowing (Gang gang) You know these niggas be my sons (Yeah) How you know and I ain't even know it? (How you know? Oh)