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.

This lyrical analysis of "This Week" not only celebrates Lil Baby's artistic prowess but also serves as an educational tool for aspiring songwriters. If this analysis inspires you and you'd like to see your own songs analyzed in this way, join the Lazyjot community. Register at Lazyjot and start exploring the full potential of your lyrical creativity. Turn your thoughts into rhymes and your rhymes into songs with Lazyjot!

(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