Lyrical Breakdown of U Already Know (feat. Emjae, K. dot) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "U Already Know (feat. Emjae, K. dot)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Jay Rock weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "U Already Know (feat. Emjae, K. dot)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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I'll admit in the beginning I didn't Give a fuck about you you came and you went Thought I could choose living without you But now I'm feelin' sick cause Your ass ain't around you cheatin' on me (bitch) , with every motherfucker in town I tried to play it like it's cool But I feel the repercussion On top of that your ass is Rollin' round with my cousin I think I passed the breaking point Cause I done copped a pound I hear you streaking through nigga's pockets I'm layin' 'em down (Gimme that) And I ain't stoppin' 'till You trapped in the safe Now my base ain't safe so We could skip three states Switch place after the break More moves to make Cause I'm in love with this Trap ass bitch called Kate This money gon keep me from looking funny And bummy, let her run me cause she bout it Monday through Sunday we don't Play no games here you know how we get down You know all the hoes love me Money makes the world go round So I'ma kick in the door With the Mac 10, or the lone 44 Screaming give me the dough back nigga Please, don't ask no questions This a robbery nigga you already know Yo pockets kinda thin Shawty wanna go out on a date Shit I got no chips to spend But I said it's OK Cause momma was drivin' the Benz Her Jimmy Choos had me convinced I said she was pretty She love a nigga compliments I had the thing with me, she didn't know By the end of the day She be breakin' off them arguments I said fuck the ass and titties I want the jewels and Benjies I swear a nigga pockets was empty, starving I whispered to myself A nigga bout to come up She like "Oh I beg your pardon" oh nothing I was thinking bout your valet parking Excuse me, now give me the I know they I don't wife usually But today I'll be your man So we went to the restaurant, I said OK I think about the getaway shit, over lunch Like what type of jewels I want, everything I ain't goin' back to the block 'till her body is clean Snatch it off her cuticles Takin' off the pinky ring I know this shit good but it bad as it seems So hate conversation, little does she know That nigga like you and Me was patiently waiting, give it up I wanted heartbeat Now thanks for the business Go home, oh yeah please call me So I'ma kick in the door With the Mac 10, or the lone 44 Screaming give me the dough back nigga Please, don't ask no questions This a robbery nigga you already know Yeah, a nigga starving out Front of your place Put the beam to your face I don't really want the safe I want everything in your house From your TVs Couches your dog and your spouse Everything is valuable, so is you Cooperate so a nigga won't have to blast you We all know what this Mac could do At point blank range It's a closed casket fool I'm the Watts bandit, yeah I came up Put all these goods in a pick-up truck Rollin' down Central, I spotted me a target This nigga, he was doin too much flossin' Yea the truck I parked it Hop out cock back the heater Run up in his ass in his beemer I'm yellin' out, "hand it over 'fore it's all over" Put a shell through you and Your mother fucking chauffer He was looking choked up So he start sweating' Looking down the barrel of my Wesson Yeah he's getting robbed He know he can't stop it He gave me the keys And every fucking thing up in his pockets Started up the Beemer Parked it where my truck was Young niggas like "what up blood" I'm like what up blood This nigga came behind me Said "hand is over nigga Or that your ass is mine"