Lyrical Breakdown of NEVER - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "NEVER" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how JID weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "NEVER" 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 JID 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 JID's narrative.

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Okay, never been shit, never had shit Never knew shit, never out, never do shit, damn But a nigga never gave two shits, damn Never been a bitch, never had a Rollie on the wrist Never had shit, I'ma take Never asking, "Give me this, give me that shit Give me everything, nigga, give me everything, nigga", again Never been shit, never had shit Never knew shit, never out, never do shit, damn But a nigga never gave two shits, damn, damn Never been a bitch, never had a bezel on the wrist Never had shit, never take Never asking, "Give me this, give me that shit Give me everything, nigga, give me everything, nigga Give me everything" Never had a real dollar to my name, bruh Shit been lame, bruh I ain't even in this shit for the fame, bruh It's the pain, bruh Most of the niggas I came up with Haven't came up And doin' the same stuff But I haven't came up, this really ain't none Niggas thinking that they fucking with JID Ya'll got the game fucked up Tremendously, can't fuck with the mind of a mental fiend Who dig deep in the depths when he in too deep I crept on the steps where the demon sleeps And yell, belch, tell my Lord what he means to me "Oh, my God, don't be mean to me" In the ride with a bean or three And it's not what it seems to be I can die, I can fly, I can try very easily I'm a guy and a giant, she's a vivrant thing, I prolly won't buy it Bird bitch, take flight, no pilot Serve dick, curve bitch, no bias Back up, back up, chick, bad timing I got to get on stage, you better get on page I have you looking out the windowpane Or in the rain or anything but in the way And if I say that's what it is, forget the lip Now, what's my point, now I forget-, damn, this bitch Got me fuckin' up my script, fuck this shit, I got this shit Gettin' to the point where everybody say they from the block and shit With glocks and shit and poppin', pimpin', trappin', sippin' lean Ya'll niggas fall for anything You got the plug in Medellín? Kingpin? You a pen king (kingpin? You a pen king) Bye bye niggas, 'N-Sync, try I? Nigga, risky Fire, fire from the wrist piece, niggas shootin' like the '60s Again, never been shit, never had shit, never knew shit Never out, never do shit, damn But a nigga never gave two shits, damn, damn Never been a bitch, never had a Rollie on the wrist Never had shit, I'ma take Never asking, "Give me this, give me that shit Give me everything, nigga, fuck you" (Uhh, let's go) Yeah, yeah, yeah, what, um Alright, what you call a chick that don't suck dick? You don't And if you think you finna come up this, you won't Down comes the boogie and up jumps the funk This beat takin' a beating, I hand out the lumps Damn baby, yo' ass stand out in pumps That's outstanding, stand outside until your man come Or you can leave with the kid, we can plan something You know I came from the dirt like a sandstorm Nigga, this a three point and one And one hundred. Wilt Chamberlain with the hand dunk Shawty love JID, let me turn her to a hand puppet She moan, sound like German or something Run game, bitches think I'm Todd Gurley or something Give me a jersey, I done balled so hard, I caught a hernia Wheeled yo' bitch out my bed in a gurney You gotta leave lil' mama, the clock's turning I hit it first, Ray J or Ron Jeremy They bleed like us so them niggas could never scare me No niggas got more glow than JID, barely Scratchin' the fucking surface You need work, you need purpose Everybody good, everybody trap perfect Everything cool, don't nobody act nervous Just ignore the fact that your favorite rap nigga is a sap nigga We don't dap niggas, get the rrrat from the ratchet Get the pack out the package Lil' savage ass, ratchet ass, bastard ass, havin' ass Rappin' ass, jackin' ass, wait Finna blast, green dot, send the cash, pen and pad Minivan, been a dad, been with that bullshit, nigga I don't wake up to the bull like I usually do Young niggas down the block on the woopty woop Better pray to God they don't shoot at you Dreams of cleanin' this dirty money out my cuticles Then a nigga make the crowd jump like Zoboomafoo Shit's beautiful, shit's beautiful Shit's beautiful, shit's beautiful, shit's beautiful