Lyrical Breakdown of Say Ya Grace - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Say Ya Grace" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Yachty weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Say Ya Grace" 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 Yachty 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 Yachty's narrative.
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The beat go off? Prrt, prrt
Hey, is this Sosa? Am I speakin' to Sosa right now? (Bang, bang)
Who the fuck is you?
I don't know and I just wanted you to explain some to me, ayy
Ayy, explain ya ass, nigga
I got some money on the way (brr, brr, brr)
Kill 'em with kindness, then piss on they grave (on they grave)
Lil' nigga, don't get hit, don't get grazed (don't get grazed, phew)
I saw a Superman, now you saved (now you saved)
Pussy, before you eat, say your grace (say your grace)
You already know these Bs, they not Js (these Bs)
I got her too high, she think she laced (oh, my God)
I be on her head like a lace (lace, ayy)
(Go)
Beaned up (off a bean)
Bottega jeans, I ain't even (I ain't even)
Bottega jeans, I ain't even (I ain't even)
Bottega jeans, I ain't even wear 'em yet (go)
Ain't walkin' in that bitch, they ain't pay me yet (go)
She mad, in the bed like, "You ain't slay me yet" (go)
Geekin' out my state, my DR bitch was Puerto Rican (mm)
50 hoes flew in, we treat a Tuesday like the weekend
Suck me like you need me, I'ma bless you like a deacon (mm)
'Til a nigga die, I ain't gon' lie, that shit ain't even (mm)
Catch her while she leakin', she gon' guzzle up all the semen (mm)
Worry 'bout your streamin', all that reachin' leave you bleedin'
I got some money on the way (brr)
Kill 'em with kindness, then piss on they grave (on they grave)
Lil' nigga, don't get hit, don't get grazed (don't get grazed, phew)
I saw a Superman, now you saved (now you saved, Boy)
Pussy, before you eat, say your grace (say your grace)
You already know these Bs, they not Js (these Bs)
I got her too high, she think she laced (oh, my God)
I be on her head like a lace (lace, ayy)
I'm with my crew, win or lose
I'm a boss, Terry Crews (Terry Crews)
Them hundred bands (hundred bands), huh, they crip, blue (crip, blue)
I'm in a Humvee with six troops (with six troops, go)
What you wanna do? No fist too (no fist too)
Get your bitch a sip of the wrist juice (wrist juice)
Ayy, she meltin' all on my wrist too (brr)
Ayy, but I'm a icy nigga, it's cool (brr)
I got some money on the way (brr)
Kill 'em with kindness, then piss on they grave (on they grave)
Lil' nigga, don't get hit, don't get grazed (don't get grazed, phew)
I saw a Superman, now you saved (now you saved)
Pussy, before you eat, say your grace (say your grace)
You already know these Bs, they not Js (these Bs)
I got her too high, she think she laced (oh, my God)
I be on her head like a lace (lace)