Lyrical Breakdown of Neven Been (Part II) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Neven Been (Part II)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Wiz Khalifa weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Neven Been (Part II)" 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 Wiz Khalifa 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 Wiz Khalifa's narrative.

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Uh Taylor Gang Niggas sweep that weed and shit I swear I smoke one every time I rap When I was young, somebody told me I can have it all So that's exactly what I'm gon' get Uh, hundred thousand dollars, it may sound like it's a lot Really it's not to me, now grab some of this weed and roll this pot I had to speed up, 'cause all these niggas slow I probably won't be up in there if I ain't got an O Now I got my feet up 'cause I'm on top and niggas hoping that I stop But I'm just smoking, living life like in the movies that I watch In my Jacuzzi roll another doobie See what's new, what's on Netflix, order another movie See I'm smoking the best shit Mo'fuckers ain't balling, so they're seeing the exit I stay on my job so you can see I'm up next Dawg I be going so hard, some say I'm needing some rest Got so much smoke in my lungs, it ain't supposed to be in my chest And niggas talk but don't even be on them jets Man they don't even seeing them checks But you can tell by how I spit it, nigga I be getting dough Take her all the places that she never been before (don't give a fuck about the) Money, clothes, cars I've never been, this far And fuck that other shit that niggas talking 'bout I've never been, this high I'm in my Grand Natty, smoking on that granddaddy It got an odor like a motor running, fantastic Never the minor things, I'm moving on to finer things Yellow stone, diamond rings, Balmain designer jeans Chanel frames, Louis scarves, moving like the mob I'm getting money, so maybe baby come get a job So fuck them other bitches, we onto other business And fuck them other niggas, we at them dollar figures Versace chains, gold Rollies, it's the same game Racked up, shawty, Rosé bottles every day Sipping that purple stuff, twisting the pretty leaf Pull up in that Ferrari, this bitch in disbelief On the road to the riches, another crook in the castle Only fuck with my niggas, pray we all living lavish I pray we all living so lavish I pray we all living so lavish (don't give a fuck about the) Money, clothes, cars I've never been, this far And fuck that other shit that niggas talking 'bout I've never been, this high So you're not a pop rapper? You said, nah Yeah, I'ma pop rapper I'll pop up and make five million dollars nigga How does that feel man, like...