Lyrical Breakdown of Still Runnin - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Still Runnin" 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 "Still Runnin" 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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KJ, what you got goin' on man? (let's go, let's go, yeah) Back of the Phantom to get me some h- Ain't got no purple? Then get me some red (yeah, woo) (Young Nick Papz, make it slap) N- know I back out every time the pack out, big boy straighten up offenders (what?) I was in the trap house chillin' with the M- out Gang-gang, me and my members (gang-gang) N-, we ain't totin' no sticks 'round here Just g- 'round here with extenders (big boy) N-, don't take no pics 'round here, everybody on parole, sh- sensitive (yeah) I got the check, fell in love with it I got the n-, for the hell of it Money, respect, get a Cullinan Come to the lil' block like an elephant I got the lil' G- with a drum in it (yeah) We the ones, they the ones crackin' Now forty-five-hundred my jacket, they say I'm too rich to be strappin', yeah, ooh (brr) Suicide doors on the Phantom, it look like you gettin' in backwards Double platinum, that's a double murder when we slide, I just put a hit on a rapper Sneak dissin', 'fore you know it, you talkin' to God And he tell you, "Get in the casket" (get over there) Stack the M's and spin all the odds, we takin' this sh- to the maximum, yeah Must be out of your mind, you think we ain't spinnin' for bro? (Gang) we spinnin' fo' sho' Had a switch on me, not a .38, dummy, boy, we be spinnin' for ghosts (gang) They put up for shows, we spinnin' the cribs and traps fo' sho', we spinnin' his shows And we took L's fo' sho', but in Chicago, they know we winnin' fo' sho' You do it for what? You better not say that you do it for D-, them n- be tucked That n-was f-, the moment he ran, and he knew he ain't duckin' His a- out of luck We do it for Von, we don't wait 'til it die down, we load, and we do it tomorrow We do it on feet, ask all the opps about us, and who say we shoot out the cars That Rolls better be bulletproof, lil' n-, you know we gon' shoot at them stars Them lil' b- ours, I told him to f- her and s- her And send her right back to the blogs Glock with a switch, two of those, and I ride through the city (we ride) And we thought a n- died, but he didn't (but he died) Two Glocks when you ride through Philly (let's get it) Tinted up if you dyin' in Philly (You know we slide to Philly) (Tinted up if you dyin' in Philly) (Tinted up if you dyin' in Philly) Baby-Baby, anythin' close to a dub And a youngin'll walk for a hundred, he damn near get caught Long as I send him the items, consider it bought I call the shots, I'm the boss I'm ridin' with the semi Two of them, I can't die in my city Do a shootin', it ain't gotta be pretty Catch him out, and we handle the business (gang-gang) I ain't gettin' in no n- business 30 million, my mind in the trenches still F- her good, make her n- not turn her on They got Brodie on camera, he comin' home Run it up from a scale to a microphone Treat Dior like a motherf- Nike store And you know he ain't that, why you hype him up? Any time we have smoke, it's just pipe me up Never know the outcome 'til you try your luck Get whatever you want when I'm tryna f- And we tellin' nobody, can't f- with us Put the four in the P with the f- F I should never bring the pain on my f- self Really need it if I ever ask for help I just know I'ma blow if it's life or death I made all them h- drink, never left I'm way higher, I'm up in my altitude I was broke, I woke up with an attitude Now you play with the kid, he embarrass you I jump right in the field with no parachute and one pair of shoes