Lyrical Breakdown of JPay - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "JPay" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Soulja Boy weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "JPay" 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 Soulja Boy 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 Soulja Boy's narrative.
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Swag
Fuck y'all niggas, tell them ain't no more swag
Bitch ass, I say swag for every nigga
Swag ain't gon' never die
Pussy
Wrap 'em up on money, you don't act on money
Start 'em up on Sunday
Dissing all my gang is gon' play
Didn't you know it's Draco? Shuu shuu when I say so
Get that boy a haylo, play with cash like playdo
Stack money like Lego
Choppa eat your face
Lawyer win a case, lambo win a race
Raimo picked first place
Shoot a nigga gun to pistol
All up in LA
First 48
Heard these niggas snitching, heard these niggas bitching
Choppa leave you missing
I can't watch you hissing, diamonds watch I'm Gleason
Preacher boy jay listen
Up and nigga talking
I'm bawling, no walking
Put him in a coffin (put him in a coffin)
Down on west side we long, way shit up
Bad bitch pull up, she say she up
Down on west side, you know I'm a session it
This American, you know that I'm wacking it
Bitch hop a girl blam blam
Free Pablo free Bandar free Norman way free slime
Choppa knock a nigga down
Put 'em all fast five, Shit
Fill it with hundreds, we standing
I came up from nothing
Bitch bad we're it, know I'm bloody
This money ain't really about nothing
I'm top in the country
I'm selling bricks out the country
I'm mailing out, niggas be sailing
Came out the cell, T and K no PayPal
Get you wet, I'll make it retail
I came up a felony
Young Draco get you wet
Send this shit through the mail
I wear the money on scale
You talk the twerp, we get the money in bail
We shoot the choppa at your face not the ale
I get the glock, bet you thought nigga never ain't kill
We shoot the choppa everywhere we at
Nigga be talking, how they how they get wet
We get to talk how the hell we black
Niggas be talking, heard they murder that
This is Lama, you his nigga I'm swerving in
I'm in zone well, where they catch 'em murderers eh
The smoke in his turn him purple
Niggas be bitching, where they got AMG
Free Ayo for real
Niggas be pop like a pill
With Draco a real for a deal
We nigga you know what it is
I call him to hit up up that blisson
You make the wrong move, then I put in the stick on you
Came out the water, my nigga my drip on you
Dropped in the bank, I don't carry no revenue
Get the fuck out the way nigga, what you better do
We trafficking here like KRK
I'mma drop this album of a Jpay
Draco, free all my niggas man
You know what I'm talking about
Free hait man, free Pablo man
Free Bandar man, free slime man
Ain't no fuck going on man
Free Norman Man ain't nigga pussy man
Nigga play with the gang
Nigga gon' die, let's hope these nigga murder gang man