Lyrical Breakdown of Never Hating - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Never Hating" 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 "Never Hating" 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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Yea (yea) Fresh like the first day of the school on the weekend I put this sh- on today, for no reason Got something to smile about, I fixed up my teeth Straight from the lot, call up Herm, get it geeked up Thousand horse power, my car gotta keep up Act like I'm slow all the time, but I peep stuff What kinda guy let a b- keep the beef up? I let 'em live for a while, now the lease up Nail and a hammer, I done built it from the ground up Brodie say he workin', but the b- done went down some They handle the business, I do not go around them You can get a hunnid if you want 'em, we got - I'm the one that's really havin' motion, what they tambout? Cars, I done did that, chains, I don't need no mo' So many clothes, startin' to feel like a hobo Every milestone, tryna buy me a new home Potholes keep on f- up the Forgi's, take the rims off The way she -, like she tryna take the s- Bro 'nem, in the striker, but it's good, we swapped the VINs out Don't bark up this tree, I make a - knock his limb off Thousand dollar after every road, that's what they hittin' for All I do is -, I done turned her to a - FN's, blackouts, Gen 5's, Gen 4's Trippin' for the family, I don't play about my kin folks I took the guys to L.A. for a business meetin' God, watch my friends, I can handle my enemies F- I look like having smoke with my mini-me's? N- gotta be jokin', you kiddin' me? Y'all real kids, been small-time ballin', now it's real big I was standin' in the bleachers, on some cheerin' sh- Never been a hater, I don't care enough This sh- ain't gon' stop until they bury us Fresh off the jet, I end up in the projects See sum I like, no police, so I'ma cop it Don't follow my page, I post racks every day For these n- and b- that's counting my pockets (woo) Hurdle this b- in Huaraches Lambo', Ferrari, Bentleys, I got options I took the private jet out to Nevada 4PF Ced they got smoked like a rasta Trenches with me, something seem suspicious, something seeming fishy I'm Four Pockets Full and look like biscuits Overprice us and we uppin', uppin' Foh Foh Foh Foh, this sound, sound delicious You can't use the dishes, in the kitchen cooking Woop, woop, litty, can't abort the mission, b-, I got addictions I don't do photo pictures, keep it low and with me I took the guys to L.A. for a business meetin' God, watch my friends, I can handle my enemies F- I look like having smoke with my mini-me's? N- gotta be jokin', you kiddin' me? Y'all real kids, been small-time ballin', now it's real big I was standin' in the bleachers, on some cheerin' sh- Never been a hater, I don't care enough This sh- ain't gon' stop until they bury us