Lyrical Breakdown of Kno Ya Wrong - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how ScHoolboy Q feat. Lance Skiiiwalker weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Kno Ya Wrong" 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 ScHoolboy Q feat. Lance Skiiiwalker 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 ScHoolboy Q feat. Lance Skiiiwalker's narrative.

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Know you're wrong, oh

Hey, know you're wrong, oh

These, all they wanna call you talkin' 'bout what they need

Know you're wrong, know you're wrong, oh

All I hear, "Gimme, gimme"

When y'all was sleepin', who was workin' with me

But want these benefits and tour the city

Leechin', won't you find your titty

Know you're wrong, know you're wrong, oh, yeah

Days prayin' on my knees, huh

We made it from the feet, huh, yeah

Then this leech came along

Know you're wrong, oh

You want me do the work, then you live off my life

Know you're wrong, huh

Say you got my back but revealin' snake eyes

Know you're wrong, huh

When I was doin' bad, wasn't textin' my phone

Know you're wrong

Oh, now you wonder what, what

What you wonder? Huh

Call me, yeah

Know you're wrong, oh

Rappin' my ass off, nigga

You're tryna blur my picture

Want me down there with you

Tryna blow my high

You wanna steer my drive

You ask for more than my moms

Try corruptin' my mind

Do some work with them rhymes

When I was broke, you was gone

Know you're wrong, oh, I

Know you're wrong, oh, I

Say words can't express what you do for me when you appear

And don't be blind to see my love is the punch you shouldn't fear

Say words can't express what you do for me when you appear

And don't be blind to see my love is the punch you shouldn't fear

Say, girl jump in my bank account (so)

So I can deposit you (two)

I'm goin' through withdrawals (three)

And I can't afford to lose (so)

Girl, jump in my bank account (so)

So I can deposit you (two)

I'm goin' through withdrawals (three)

And I can't afford to lose

Plasma my TV screen

Hope I go out like BB King

The front row, they cheer for God

I'm sold out on everything

Last night, it was a dream

Thinkin' 'bout you in the worst way

I need your cake like it's your birthday

I'm tryna be in front the TIME page

And plus you rockin' with the big dog

I need my bread like it's the 5th floor

Little lettuce, slice of cheese, sucka please

What it's hittin' for

Let's split the middle like a Philly roll

I get a half, you get a half

Fuck up some commas, I'm a nympho

I'm goin' in just like a dimple

Shots of Patrón to the temple

Collard greens, I stay givin' thanks

Deposit your love, we gon' flood the bank

Wish away, never lose

Lose

Now what we do be up to you, baby

Keep you up past your curfew, lady

Then drive you home with some drive through dome, baby

Keep you out tonight, drinks on, lady

Now what we do be up to you, baby

Keep you up past your curfew, lady

Then drive you home with some drive through dome, baby

Keep you out tonight, drinks on, lady

No sacrifice

Girl, just bein' precise

With my hands on the wheel

While you play with the vice