Lyrical Breakdown of Never Had A Job - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Never Had A Job" 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 "Never Had A Job" 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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Wake up every day bitch i feel like a star
Gang with me don't get your ass popped
Tweak with the squad we gon' take this shit far
Finesse a fucking clown don't get your ass rocked
Just bought some pints man, finna get some pops
When I'm in the mall don't leave my gun in the car
Real trap nigga man i never had a job
Real trap nigga man i never had a job
Spent a real big sack and it's still on the receipt in the register
I just stepped out Balenciagas eleven duh
Baptized your bitch you know i gotta Reverend her
Shit we just committed i ain't telling her
Jewelry say i'm guilty tryna stick me in the box
Told my lawyer i was counting guap and getting top
My young niggas fighting for their life i gotta break em out
Just found out your hiding spot, i got them staking out
Slide down, we ain't dining in, we got to take them out
Leave a fuck nigga on the ground and have them rake em out
Call up the nearest Clark Kent, tell him save them now
Peel off in that Bruce Wayne, got to make it out
I'm addicted to money and fancy cars
You ain't glory boy you ain't savage squad
You know you can't be out after dark
Let the tech and mac off, that's a damn menage
My bitch got an ass like Nicki Minaj
Went through her phone all i see is my collage
I'm 61st and foreigns all up in my garages
They be hating on me trying to sabotage
Wake up every day bitch i feel like a star
Gang with me don't get your ass popped
Tweak with the squad we gon' take this shit far
Finesse a fucking clown don't get your ass rocked
Just bought some pints man, finna get some pops
When I'm in the mall don't leave my gun in the car
Real trap nigga man i never had a job
Real trap nigga man i never had a job
Wake up every day bitch i feel like a star
Gang with me don't get your ass popped
Tweak with the squad we gon' take this shit far
Finesse a fucking clown don't get your ass rocked
Just bought some pints man, finna get some pops
When I'm in the mall don't leave my gun in the car
Real trap nigga man i never had a job
Real trap nigga man i never had a job