Lyrical Breakdown of TALK ABOUT IT - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "TALK ABOUT IT" 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 "TALK ABOUT IT" 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.
  • 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 DaBaby's narrative.

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Baby (Wheezy outta here)

Let's go

My uncles taught a nigga how to hustle

My mama taught me how to use a rubber

I was six years old tryna sell a nigga candy

All I knew was how to get the money (let's go)

I done broke a lot of records in a year now

Grammy nominated nigga, bitch, it's lit now

I was tryna tell 'em I was special as a jit

I still'll open fire on a nigga

Make him get down (get down, get down)

Yeah, bitch, you ain't seen a nigga do it like Baby (uh-uh)

Big chain and I'm solo in this bitch

Glock four-five, AP and four bracelets (let's go)

I just spent three million on the crib (three Ms)

And I don't even be there, I just did it for my baby (no cap)

You prolly never met a nigga like me

Really 'bout whatever, from the bottom like the base with the ball

You might have a point but I ain't finna argue with you

Won't go back and forth or be to shoutin'

I'm in the studio, I got my daughter with me in a Fendi

Dress, she rockin' diamonds (from Johnny)

Light show, nigga (let's go)

Heat me up, I got my ice on, nigga

I be signin' million-dollar deals with my

Fingertips on eSign on my fuckin' iPhone, nigga

I'm the nigga, let me talk about it (Wheezy outta here)

My uncles taught a nigga how to hustle

My mama taught me how to use a rubber

I was six years old tryna sell a nigga candy

All I knew was how to get the money (let's go)

I done broke a lot of records in a year now

Grammy nominated nigga, bitch, it's lit now

I was tryna tell 'em I was special as a jit

I still'll open fire on a nigga, make him get down (no cap)

My uncles taught a nigga how to hustle

My mama taught me how to use a rubber

I was six years old tryna sell a nigga candy

All I knew was how to get the money (let's go)

I done broke a lot of records in a year now

Grammy nominated nigga, bitch, it's lit now

I was tryna tell 'em I was special as a jit

I still'll open fire on a nigga

Make him get down (get down, get down)

Court dates for the New Year (2020)

Twenty on the Louis, twenty-seven thousand for a jet I never boarded

Everybody in the county treat a nigga like the truth (truth)

Lock the jail down every time a nigga move (lockdown)

In a dirty-ass cell, doin' push-ups, eatin' soup

The media believin' 'em, they wanna see me go back

Rich nigga can't rob a broke nigga and you know that

Locked a nigga up in South Florida like he Kodak

A quarter million dollars in my motherfuckin' tote bag

They think I like to fight until a nigga get a toe tag (boom)

Hang his jersey up, his shit a throwback (throwback)

Police ain't know me, they don't wanna see me bubble

Pretty-ass smile like my motherfuckin' mother

All the nigga know is hustle, multi-million dollar nigga

Got to stay up out of trouble, I'm the realest nigga in it

Let me talk about it (Wheezy outta here)

My uncles taught a nigga how to hustle

My mama taught me how to use a rubber

I was six years old tryna sell a nigga candy

All I knew was how to get the money (let's go)

I done broke a lot of records in a year now

Grammy nominated nigga, bitch, it's lit now

I was tryna tell 'em I was special as a jit

I still'll open fire on a nigga

Make him get down (get down, get down)

My uncles taught a nigga how to hustle

My mama taught me how to use a rubber

I was six years old tryna sell a nigga candy

All I knew was how to get the money (let's go)

I done broke a lot of records in a year now

Grammy nominated nigga, bitch, it's lit now

I was tryna tell 'em I was special as a jit

I still'll open fire on a nigga

Make him get down (get down, get down)