Lyrical Breakdown of This Week - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Baby weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "This Week" 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 Lil Baby 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 Lil Baby's narrative.

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(Cook that shit up, Quay) Pulled up sippin' on drank (drank) Told 'em that I quit, but I can't (I can't) I just ran through a whole pint (whole pint) Add a whole 'nother M in the bank this week Hope a nigga don't think I'm sweet (I'm sweet) Lil' homie graduate, buy him a new Jeep (new Jeep) Everything mine, I don't rent it, I keep (I keep) All kind of cars, nigga, check out my fleet We ran them racks up in the basement, we ain't have no cable Buy every bando on the dead end, we ain't got no neighbors Disrespectful to a bitch, no manners, yeah I was runnin' through bags on Campbellton Told the streets I'm too hot, you can't handle this I'ma lie to your honor, I'm scandalous I'm rich, got caught with another nigga bitch New G-Wagon, '18, no tints Can't keep up with the money I spent I don't keep count, I just know that I'm gettin' it I be hearin' rumors they gon' take my chain I ain't really trippin' if a young nigga get it Hope you got insurance, nigga, you gon' die with it Breaking news, guarantee we make a nigga feel it We ran them racks up in the basement, we ain't have no cable Buy every bando on the dead end, we ain't got no neighbors We got the whole city on exotic, tell the plug to send all the flavors I never went for extortion, you can't pay a nigga to tell you I paid him Shout-out the real ones who gettin' it, yeah Ride 'round the city, no ceiling, yeah I had to upgrade my living, yeah Took me some time, but I did it, yeah I'm balling, I stay on my pivot, yeah Label me one of the real ones, yeah I see 'em shootin' shots Any one of 'em hit me, we killin' 'em dead Pulled up sippin' on drank (drank) Told 'em that I quit, but I can't (I can't) I just ran through a whole pint (whole pint) Add a whole 'nother M in the bank this week Hope a nigga don't think I'm sweet (I'm sweet) Lil' homie graduate, buy him a new Jeep (new Jeep) Everything mine, I don't rent it, I keep (I keep) All kind of cars, nigga, check out my fleet We ran them racks up in the basement, we ain't have no cable Buy every bando on the dead end, we ain't got no neighbors Disrespectful to a bitch, no manners, yeah I was runnin' through bags on Campbellton Told the streets I'm too hot, you can't handle this I'ma lie to your honor, I'm scandalous I like how she watchin' me (like how she watchin') This jewelry on me goin' insane I come from the poverty (come from the poverty) This money ain't makin' me change (change) Everything lit when we go up, yeah Whole lot of four we throw up, yeah My diamonds on fleek, they glow up, yeah Everybody sip lean, pour up, yeah All the PT's came from Cinco Hope them folks don't hit me with the RICO Still can make a call and get a kilo Keep it real, you niggas know my steelo Hold that thought, just keep that on the D-low We don't pay no notes, don't go through re-po's We gon' hit 'em up and make 'em repost I became a neighborhood hero Tryna listen to my conversation Bank account a lot of puncutation Told the plug ain't no more situations Trap house rollin', Radric Davis (oh God) Pulled up sippin' on drank, yeah Everywhere I go, big bank, yeah Ain't never withdraw from the bank, yeah Give a damn what a fuck nigga think, yeah Pulled up sippin' on drank (drank) Told 'em that I quit, but I can't (I can't) I just ran through a whole pint (whole pint) Add a whole 'nother M in the bank this week Hope a nigga don't think I'm sweet (I'm sweet) Lil' homie graduate, buy him a new Jeep (new Jeep) Everything mine, I don't rent it, I keep (I keep) All kind of cars, nigga, check out my fleet We ran them racks up in the basement, we ain't have no cable Buy every bando on the dead end, we ain't got no neighbors Disrespectful to a bitch, no manners, yeah I was runnin' through bags on Campbellton Told the streets I'm too hot, you can't handle this I'ma lie to your honor, I'm scandalous