Lyrical Breakdown of So What - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "So What" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Durk weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "So What" 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 Durk 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 Durk's narrative.

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This deluxe is all cap, this shit is not real (Wait, Matthew, did you make this?) Why I be cappin' on them fake Percs, knowin' that my mans take 'em? I was raised in public houses, used to work at gas stations Had a thick bitch in my 'Rari, say it feel like her ass scrapin' (yeah, yeah) I spent two million on jets, no wonder why my leg achin' (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Unc' got out when he was forty-somethin', a real fed baby (wow, wow, wow, wow) I watched TV at the laundromat 'cause we ain't have cable I did bitches dirty back to back, I hope my daughter's ladies (wow) Bein' broke, you see the aftermath, we ate at dirty tables (wow) I got trust issues, I don't even trust the neighbors (so what?) If you let him borrow money, if he don't bring it back, he crazy (so what?) I seen niggas finesse they weed bags, they lyin' about they flavors (so what?) Fresh out of jail, he scared to hold a gun, he actin' up, I'ma tase' him Last time I fell asleep on the phone with a bitch, I had a Razr Even though you got a name, you ain't got no money, they gon' play you Oh, the reason your block named that, lil' bro, he a creator I'm definition of a street nigga, I don't tell everybody I can save 'em (so what?) Don't take care of your kids but you payin' for all 'em asses (so what?) You know how I miss, think about bro, I can't imagine (so what?) I'll tell a bitch, "No," but I'll go buy a gun for my savage (so what?) I don't care if she know, I still treat her like she average (so what?) Keep the calories low, how I be walkin' 'round with these carats (yeah, so what?) Sleepin' on the floor, stacked up my coats, I'm too embarrassed (yeah, so what?) Cudi was a GOAT, you just don't know, R.I.P. Iris (so what?) Call me Smurkio, I dye my dreads, I'm a lion (I'm a lion) Go to Cali' to get Za, I don't even post it, I need millions Don't blame me, I'm in a big war and I'm ridin' 'round with my children Some call me a dead beat, that's the real reason, I'm serious Why you want me to ride around in danger, ho'? I'm curious (yeah, yeah) Pass me another Adderall, that put me outta my feelings (yeah) Forty million of a catalog, I'm Smurkio, I'm different (you know I'm different) I done took all street niggas on tour with me, I'm gifted (woah, woah) Remember you was the big homie? I'm the big homie, it shifted (woah, woah) Even though I got a public case, if I see his ass, I risk it (I risk it) And I let my sons curse, but I told 'em can't disrespect they women (respect they women) Back then, he was hatin' on me, I'll never take your opinion (take your opinion) Back then, in the trench days, got hot water out a skillet How you say you a real nigga and you ain't standin' on no business? Lil' bro'nem off them pills, woah They'll spin your block like fidgets (spin your block like fidgets) I'm The Voice, sold out United Center with tickets (woah, woah) Unemployed, you ain't got no excuses, nigga, you trippin' (so what?) Don't take care of your kids but you payin' for all 'em asses (so what?) You know how I miss, think about bro, I can't imagine (so what?) I'll tell a bitch, "No," but I'll go buy a gun for my savage (so what?) I don't care if she know, I still treat her like she average (so what?) Keep the calories low, how I be walkin' 'round with these carats (yeah, so what?) Sleepin' on the floor, stacked up my coats, I'm too embarrassed (yeah, so what?) Cudi was a GOAT, you just don't know, R.I.P. Iris (so what?) Call me Smurkio, I dye my dreads, I'm a lion (I'm a lion)