Lyrical Breakdown of Lying - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Lying" 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 "Lying" 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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Yeah, Smurk I ain't gon' lie, this shit be I be on that shmurda sh-, that sh- over with Like that, no auto (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob) Gang Man, what? N- b-, act like they be gettin' switches, n- lyin' Hit my DM like they killers, n- really ain't outside All these rappers act like killers, I be tryna bite my pride (gang, gang) I be cooled up and-, f- that, ayy Zoo, post up outside (man, what?) Who told these n- that they gang and they can hang? That sh- be strange I be there, then I pull off, my entourage'll take your brain We put switches on them glizzies, we ain't even got no time to aim (facts) If you snitch, your a- can't come back 'round, we ain't that type of gang You got your gun, and you be postin' on the 'Gram? (Yeah) I can see it in your eyes, get in that jam and you will tell In these streets, you really gotta watch them n- that sh-real I shot dice with millionaires, so I don't really gamble Zelle, these n- losing (gang) We gon' pop out on our feet, who out the roof? This sh- the truth I ain't gon' speak on other cities, but Chiraq, that sh- a zoo Pop a pill and ride around with your killers, that's the move 2015, killers talkin' 'bout who they killed, that sh- be new Put your mask on (that's facts) This that striker sh-, for sure Put some tags on (go do it) If your a- got a bag, put your guys on (put your guys on) Brodie locked up for a body he ain't do, he got lied on (that's true) Roll your blunt up (yeah) Ain't no gas inside that stink, I'ma get him stuntin' us (stuntin' us) Pop outside with two 30s, look like nunchucks (two 30s, two 30s) Just to get inside, I'll probably give your guns up (yeah) You a dumb f- (man, what?) N- b-, act like they be gettin' switches, n- lyin' Hit my DM like they killers, n- really ain't outside All these rappers act like killers, I be tryna bite my pride (gang, gang) I be cooled up and-, f-that, ayy Zoo, post up outside (man, what?) Who told these n- that they gang and they can hang? That sh- be strange I be there, then I pull off, my entourage'll take your brain We put switches on them glizzies, we ain't even got no time to aim (facts) If you snitch, your a- can't come back 'round, we ain't that type of gang I never f- with none one of y'all, don't put that on my name You ain't leech, you did a little fraud and went and bought a chain I'ma stick out like a sore thumb, ain't none of us the same I came up inside a dog house, my mom gave me the game I bossed everyone up around me, how the f- I'm gon' complain? Know my opps never gon' catch me, I'm ridin' bulletproof Range I'm a real big dawg, on Sparks Street, my apartments go crazy It's just somethin' 'bout that chopstick when that frying pan get shady I was just dead broke, seem like yesterday, now I'm thankin' God that I made it F- all these fake pages and these clout chasers, don't know of y'all know Baby I'm being calm now, when that time come, I swear I'm playin' straight crazy I'm at the top spot, they gotta pay me, y'all lil' n- move out my way N- b-, act like they be gettin' switches, n- lyin' Hit my DM like they killers, n- really ain't outside All these rappers act like killers, I be tryna bite my pride (gang, gang) I be cooled up and-, f- that, ayy Zoo, post up outside (man, what?) Who told these n- that they gang and they can hang? That sh- be strange I be there, then I pull off, my entourage'll take your brain We put switches on them glizzies, we ain't even got no time to aim (facts) If you snitch, your a- can't come back 'round, we ain't that type of gang