Lyrical Breakdown of Still Up - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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(My man my man It's young Wale Folarin from that SHiNE gang Let's get it. Fuck with me.) Squad Squad Squuadd Girl, Ooh you're in love Uh, you wonder where I'm from I done, toured so much Squad Squad Squuadd The crew's still up, the job'll get done I don't, do too much All of my niggas they doing to much All of my broads they doing too much Jewelry ain't nothing but gold is too much Keep it one hundred we doing too much Doing to much, we doing too much Doing to much, we doing to much Jewelry ain't much but gold is too much Keep it one hundred we doing too much You know it takes me to love ya to hate ya You know that hatin' shit outta my nature So I might leave you alone Don't try to act like I never known ya Know ya girl, yeah I say I say first off fuck twelve Fuck twelve yeah I said first off fuck twelve Fuck twelve yeah Look ain't it crazy mama I put in work just to have these niggas hate me mama I showed them niggas the light Fuck them niggas for life I'm just worried bout my family and my baby mama Let's make a daughter Mercedes got us My baby pop out I Jeremy Scott her Don't worry bout what you heard about it It's funny giving out hall of fame But I slang gang from Jersey town I'm not perfect, never said I was Nowadays I got girls trynna set me up And the fiends still hit me on my cellular All you niggas do to much Y'all niggas regular Ahh yeah, tell them motherfuckin' niggas that it's my year Tell them motherfuckin' bitches that it's y'all year Tell the motherfuckin' world that it's our year While the moon lighting up, yeah Your favorite rapper and your pallbearer, yeah Never wish death on them I told them give me a second and let my success on them Squad Squad Squuadd Girl, Ooh you're in love Uh, you wonder where I'm from I done, toured so much Squad Squad Squuadd The crew's still up, the job'll get done I don't, do too much All of my niggas they doing to much All of my broads they doing too much Jewelry ain't nothing but gold is too much Keep it one hundred we doing too much Doing to much, we doing too much Doing to much, we doing to much Jewelry ain't much but gold is too much Keep it one hundred we doing too much You know it takes me to love ya to hate ya You know that hatin' shit outta my nature So I might leave you alone Don't try to act like I never known ya Know ya I say I say first off fuck twelve Fuck twelve yeah I said first off fuck twelve Fuck twelve yeah LOOK!