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