Lyrical Breakdown of Going For It - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Going For It" 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 "Going For It" 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 Yeah yeah I come from the cook up, that's all I know Cook that shit up Quay They thinkin' I ain't gettin' no money 'cause I never show it I'm tryna run me up a whole dime and I'm goin' for it Fuck I look like takin' chances Fuck this money, go and blow it I'm tryna run mine up, I gotta put mine up Puttin' up the money for lil Jason 'cause he growin' up I do four shows every week, man I'm blowin' up Last month I got seven, this month I want ten, I'm goin' up They tryna stop my shine, but they can't stop my shine I just bought a brand new Rolex I'm a million dollar nigga, no flex Stretch these pounds, change my name to Boflex Hit your baby mama, now your ho next I want a rose gold on the Patek I want a regular one, I want it faster I'm doing numbers, call it mathematics I had a half a ticket in the attic It ain't gon' never stop, I'm everlasting They know how I come, they know how I come They know how I come They know how I come before I get there Cross 'em over, Raf Simmons footwear Balenciaga runners, these my fifth pair Ten figure nigga, I'ma get there Traphouse bunkin', we don't live here Could've been gone but I'm still here Pints of Activis, they the real deal Used to have to rob and I still will