Lyrical Breakdown of DON'T LET EM LIE - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "DON'T LET EM LIE" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how DaBaby weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "DON'T LET EM LIE" 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 DaBaby employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Yeah, coward-ass niggas ain't, yeah Coward-ass niggas ain't, uh, yeah Coward-ass niggas ain't made up like Baby Let's go, nigga This one's for my daughters, nigga Serenity, Nova, Velour, nigga, mwah, love you (ATL Jacob, he a fuckin' millionaire) Yeah, coward-ass ain't made up like Baby Kirk, stand on this shit like the dirt (come on) Stand on this shit like the sole on my shoes Every day, I get up, go to work (uh-huh) Know it's God, I love God, I believe in my God But I ain't been in nobody church I stand on the business for me So the day I go free Uncle Bobby No motherfuckin' shirt (no shirt) Don't be cryin' and buyin' no motherfuckin' flowers I did my thing while I'm on Earth (uh-huh) Jonathan was the one that got everything turnt Niggas player, niggas got burnt Never went sad 'bout a hoe Gave a lot of handouts, made sure everybody worked I'm the truth that lil' nigga for real (let's go) I'm the truth, oh yeah, lil' nigga still My mama ain't drivin' shit, 'less it's a Benz Ain't crossin' out none of my niggas to win My brothers can't work for no one but they self Or I won't support, it's already up for my daughter (okay) I need to go finish my will But I ain't into talkin' about death with myself or my lawyer And to my firstborn baby, Serenity Keep on lovin' your sisters (yeah) Keep on being that Black girl princess Don't let none of this get ya (mwah) And to my second born, blessin' lil' Nova Keep on runnin' this shit over (lil' Nova) It don't matter what your daddy said They say, "Show 'em" Teach 'em how this Kirk shit goin' (yeah, go) To my youngest born baby, Velour It's so much bullshit around you And that internet shit don't matter, but I can't ignore Everythin' about you, I adore Your sister gon' tell you how we feel about you 'Cause she gon' be nine at the time that you four No matter what came with my babies I play like a sport, Daddy, he always came back for more Yeah, nigga Hol' up, this part for my nephew and my nieces And y'all know that y'all Daddy, he loved you Even though Daddy no longer breathing (long Live G) Rather crash in the B without y'all It sound like a good enough reason But ain't no more fuckin' excuses Ayo, big bro, I miss you I got you, don't worry, they geeked (let me talk to 'em) To my nieces, your uncle tough, 'cause I'm tryna teach you the hustle And be great, never need no nigga Even if it's me, look at me and say, "Fuck you" (fuck you) And to my nephew, Big Doo, you act just like your Daddy Lil' nigga, you gon' carry it lovely When I look up at you, I can feel my big brother It's never on you, boy, sing, and I love you, lil' nigga yeah) You bitch-ass niggas ain't, man Coward-ass niggas ain't- Boy, these coward-ass niggas ain't made up like Baby Coward-ass niggas ain't made up like my fuckin' daughters (uh-huh) Coward-ass niggas ain't Niggas ain't made up like my fuckin' nieces You know what I'm sayin'? Don't ever let nobody lie to y'all Man, these cowards weren't made up like me They weren't made up like your fuckin' Daddy They weren't made up like your fuckin' uncle Hoe-ass nigga (the fuck) They gon' tell you that though You know, to feel better about they self (pussy ass bitch) Make 'em big 'em up (excuse my language, baby) Ask 'em who they used to big up (I'm sorry)