Lyrical Breakdown of I AIN’T GOING - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "I AIN’T GOING" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how GloRilla weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "I AIN’T GOING" 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 GloRilla 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 GloRilla's narrative.

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Woo, GloRilla Nigga talkin' 'bout puttin' his motherfuckin' hands on me He can bet I put his hands on his dick And play with that and some motherfuckin' jerseys, nigga What the fuck? On the gang, gang I ain't goin' for all that ruff me up and grab me by the neck (No) Nigga put his hands on me, we gon' be smokin' on him next Nigga don't even want me to walk outside He know that I'm a threat (Huh) Think that boy obsessed (Uh), just to get back to this text (Hey) Nigga text my phone, talkin' 'bout he gon' put his hands on me Nigga, I ain't goin' for that shit, nah, nah I'ma die 'bout my respect Keep that nigga checked (Woo), and I got a check (Woo) Okay, you 'bout that bread (Woo), put it on your head (On the gang) We gon' find my brother, nigga Must ain't know I was jackin' (The fuck?) But fuck that shit, he gon' be in the sky next time it happen Go and pick him out a casket (Yeah), put him on the casket (Woo) This Glock twenty-three make him sing Don't think that I'm just rappin' Tappin' in, shoot, rappin', make him dance like Michael Jackson (Okay) These niggas get mad and throw a bitch fifty, niggas sassy (Ugh) I'm tellin' you now, this ain't the smoke you want, you better pass it Nigga blowin' my phone down, 'cause he seen me out in Cali' Poppin' shit, like I ain't got taxes, catch up, you slow like molasses Talkin' 'bout you gon' put your hands on who? Your son gon' be a bastard (On God) Cuz' gon' kill you for free Imagine what he'll do for that gaff (Huh?) Ain't even got to call nobody, I'll beat your ass like I'm your master See upcoming rap shows Get tickets for your favorite artists I ain't goin' for all that ruff me up and grab me by the neck (No) Nigga put his hands on me, we gon' be smokin' on him next Nigga don't even want me to walk outside He know that I'm a threat (Huh) Think that boy obsessed (Uh), just to get back to this text (Hey) Nigga text my phone, talkin' 'bout he gon' put his hands on me Nigga, I ain't goin' for that shit, nah, nah I'ma die 'bout my respect Keep that nigga checked (Woo), and I got a check (Woo) Okay, you 'bout that bread (Woo), put it on your head (On the gang) Big Glo I'm the hero (Hey), I'm finna do mine bigger (Uh) Nigga swing on me, gon' up the ceilin' with this one (Stamp that) Put you with your deadass homies, since you say you miss 'em (Fuck) Can't pay Rambo to take his mask off, he like little pistols Gangster bitch, this a pole I got on, me, it ain't for strippin' Try to hit me, I'ma show your bitch ass you ain't no hitter Quick to hit a ho', but I ain't gon' do shit To them niggas (Bitch-ass) Them face tattoos don't scare me I grew up 'round real killers, on the gang I ain't goin' for all that ruff me up and grab me by the neck (No) Nigga put his hands on me, we gon' be smokin' on him next Nigga don't even want me to walk outside He know that I'm a threat (Huh) Think that boy obsessed (Uh), just to get back to this text (Hey) Nigga text my phone, talkin' 'bout he gon' put his hands on me Nigga, I ain't goin' for that shit, nah, nah I'ma die 'bout my respect Keep that nigga checked (Woo), and I got a check (Woo) Okay, you 'bout that bread (Woo), put it on your head (On the gang) Huh, huh, huh, huh Bitch-ass nigga Gon' meet they motherfuckin' maker runnin' into me Ho-'ass, nigga, this ain't that Fuck wrong with you? Bitch-ass nigga Huh, huh