Lyrical Breakdown of What You Sayin - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "What You Sayin" 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 "What You Sayin" 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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Like what you saying? Two straps on me when I post on the block, don't need no helping hand Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, can't be my friend Can't expect me to put you on, you know deep down you ain't gon' spin These niggas hoes, I know that they is I get some hoes to show where you live I know you ain't tote no pole for real I can't trust nothin', I post on the block by myself, and you know that I'm holding steel I cut off my old partners, my new niggas love to kill Look you right up in your face and tell that you ain't no thug for real I pop Percs, do drugs for real Get so high, I'm above the rim I know niggas ain't got feelings, I know everybody change I know niggas that wan' kill me just to get up in my place Big bro died, now I love pain Four-five Glock my Amiri jeans I do it all just to feed the team Pour this drink, don't mean to lean Seen Ma do dope, it was hard for me But I just didn't let it bother me Got that call when my big bro died, you don't know how bad it bothered me Even if touch that M without you, dawg, it still won't mean a thing I ain't gon' never change, I'ma stand on this 'til the day that I'm six feet Ain't no way you 'posed to leave, God can't do this shit to me I just wanna sleep forever, only time I see you in my dreams I just wanna creep forever, wanna be my dog, come spin with me Ain't no loyalty up in this shit, when you die, what you gon' bring? They say love come from the closest ones, but it can't be family Everybody strange to me, everybody changed to me Can't nobody eat at this table 'less you came with me Like what you saying? Two straps on me when I post on the block, don't need no helping hand Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, can't be my friend Can't expect me to put you on, you know deep down you ain't gon' spin These niggas hoes, I know that they is I get some hoes to show where you live I know you ain't tote no pole for real I can't trust nothing, I post on the block by myself, and you know that I'm holding steel I cut off my old partners, my new niggas love to kill Look you right up in your face and tell that you ain't no thug for real My old friends started acting suspicious, I had to cut 'em off The way to get this watch off my wrist, you had to cut it off The same pair of shoes for a month, I trapped in front the mall As soon as I got me some lil' money, I tried to front 'em all It's crazy, though Everything I do gon' make the blog, so I been laying low I'm way above your pay grade, lil' nigga, you better play your role Found out that my dog had really told, he said the case was closed I just left from Humboldt, me and Ced tryna pick the best notes I done really been turnt up since a young nigga, yeah, the boy cold Mama told me these girls slicker than me, so I don't trust hoes How the fuck you gon' switch up on me? We used to share clothes Lamborghini green, Boston Celtics Tryna quit this lean, but I can't help it I'll be rich as fuck until I'm breathless Made a million bucks today for breakfast There's not a lot of us, we don't need extras Real Atlanta nigga, free Lil Yola, I ain't gon' let up, yeah Like what you saying? Two straps on me when I post on the block, don't need no helping hand Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, can't be my friend Can't expect me to put you on, you know deep down you ain't gon' spin These niggas hoes, I know that they is I get some hoes to show where you live I know you ain't tote no pole for real I can't trust nothing, I post on the block by myself, and you know that I'm holding steel I cut off my old partners, my new niggas love to kill Look you right up in your face and tell that you ain't no thug for real Like what you saying? Two straps on me when I post on the block, don't need no helping hand Can't be my friend Can't expect me to put you on, you know deep down you ain't gon' spin Like what you saying? Two straps on me when I post on the block, don't need no helping hand Can't be my friend Can't expect me to put you on, you know deep down you ain't gon' spin