Lyrical Breakdown of Memo - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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We got London on the track I'ma pull up on a nigga bitch in my bitch whip (Skrrt) I got 20 chains on me, they gon' chip just like some dip (Sheesh, sheesh) Nigga know they get the memo (They get the what?) Stack them racks, they know the memo (Stack it up, stack it up) Nigga, stop playin', you know the memo Yeah, look at what she sayin', she know the memo, yeah Yeah, she know the memo Check my swag, check my bag, filled with cash, nigga Hundred bands in my pants, check the stash, nigga Yeah, she bad, run that back, throw some racks, ayy Break her heart, write your name like a cast, yeah Prince of condo, bale, this not no grass, no Take it out to Cali and beat that ass, woah If you cut my jewels, I'ma pull up and shoot And I, I do my shoppin' on Ferry, no tooth You just pull up, I'm not fuckin', I'ma still show what it do Ride around with Ugly Duckling, we just put two somethin' on a Bu (That's a Bugatti) Man, I'm so high I think I just seen a UFO with them troops (What?) Bitches just see us and smile like what it do I'ma pull up on a nigga bitch in my bitch whip (Skrrt, ayy) I got 20 chains on me, they gon' chip just like some dip' Nigga know they get the memo Stack them racks, they know the memo Nigga stop playin', you know the memo Yeah, look at what she sayin', she know the memo, yeah Yeah, she know the memo I don't play on Arthur, but I'm moonwalkin' I know who gon' catch a body, I know who rockin' When I die I want a hundred bands inside my casket I drink Act', I smoke that gas, I smoke that loud, sirens Yeah, yeah, I take molly with the YSL, memo (Slatt) I supply 'em with the bricks and bales, memo I'm gettin' money, nigga, can't you tell? (Hell yeah) Rollie silver like a handcuff, no jail, memo I'm so fresh they want a pic Pull up on 'em suckers kickin' shit, ain't with the shits I thought you were rich but you so broke, I don't know shit My big brother Bankroll told me I was gonna be the shit Nigga know they get the memo Stack them racks, they know the memo Nigga stop playin', you know the memo Yeah, look at what she sayin', she know the memo, yeah Yeah, she know the memo Check my swag, check my bag, filled with cash, nigga Hundred bands in my pants, check the stash, nigga Yeah, she bad, run that back, throw some racks, ayy Break her heart, write your name, like a cast, yeah Memo Memo We got London on the track Yeah, they know the memo Memo