Lyrical Breakdown of Lie4 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Lie4" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

Lyric Overview: Witness how Danny Brown weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Lie4" 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 Danny Brown 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 Danny Brown's narrative.

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I'm balling now, yeah just like Kobe

You callin now, yea bitch you know me

You falling off, and I'm taking all yo hoes bitch

I'm showing off, what the fuck I gotta lie for

What the fuck I got to lie for (stuck, stuck)

I ain't never had shit

Zilch zero nothing

Now that a nigga got something

Yea bitch I'm stunting

Look at all this moneys

Hundreds and these fiftys

Eating at the Whitney

Now yo bitch wanna come with me

Cause we 'bout to go to the mall

Tonight we popping bottles

My baby momma a hoodrat

But now I got me a model

And she wanna swallow drink it all up

Straight to the neck from the bottle, bitch cause she don't need a cup

And she bout to go make it rain thunder fucking storm

Kush nuggets to the brain pop fucking corn

Shapow bitch wow been had hundreds

Naw nigga I'm just lying my nigga I be fronting

Got that income tax swag, that income tax swag

That bad dame in my lap I just cop her a bag

Got that income tax swag, that income tax swag

That bad dame in my lap I just cop her a bag

I'm balling now, yeah just like Kobe

You callin now, yea bitch you know me

You falling off, and I'm taking all yo hoes bitch

I'm showing off, what the fuck I gotta lie for

I'm a blow it all now muthafuck a later

'Bout to got me a mink

Diamond encrusted gators

Car with a TV in it, maid and a butler too

So what nigga this rented right gone have to do

And I'm gonna take it all with me when I'm gone bitch it's gone to

Who cares when the kids get grown

They better figure out what they gone do

Cause right now nigga I got it

Nigga what about you

Broke ass niggas worth nothing

I can buy ya'll in twos

Cause a long time ago (Nigga)

Nigga, I was just like you (Nigga)

Cause we ain't 'bout the past (Nigga)

It's about right now my dude (My dude)

Cause normally I be broke (Be broke)

But right now I got cash (Cash)

Nah, nigga I'm lyin (I'm lyin'), you know that I be frontin

Got that income tax swag, that income tax swag

That bad dame in my lap I just cop her a bag

Got that income tax swag, that income tax swag

That bad dame in my lap I just cop her a bag