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

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Never Stopping" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how YoungBoy Never Broke Again weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Never Stopping" 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 YoungBoy Never Broke Again 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 YoungBoy Never Broke Again's narrative.

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(Oh shit, 4reign, you cooked this one up, nigga?) Oh (Ayo, Bleu) Mm, don't give a fuck about no fuckin' school, nigga (SAUCEboy, shit, what you want me to play?) (Say, Terrelle, let's bring the beat in) Mm, oh, huh, slow down, huh, hold on Baby, get your roll, like— Hold on, nah, I fucked up Tell her, "Slow down" Get your roll on Fuck that, let me start over, look, hold on, hold on Nene, I don't need your Chelsea, nah, nah What's inside my pocket? That's Velveeta cheese, yeah, yeah Keep that camera lens, you play with me, I shoot the scene Flip my clip then— hit that bitch like— like mm, mm I keep that shit inside my system to put up with you I takе this money, buy my cars or some brand-new shoеs I had to tell 'em give me bars for to catch my groove I took that bitch and did her bad in my recording room I gave that bitch some bands too I'll see some shit 'bout church on TV, then I turn it off I ain't talkin' money, I walk straight off I ain't tryna hear that at all Bitch, get me on then top me off, my life ain't strict at all Fucked up, but I ain't fucked up, thank God I made it out I'll throw you somethin', I'm turnt up, YoungBoy, I stay jaded You gon' try somethin', get your head split You gotta be fucking crazy Bitch just want my money, she ain't gon' spend it on my baby This bitch ain't give me nothin', she must thinkin' that she played me I know that I ain't shit, but this ho say that I'm amazing Oh, bitch, slow down, told her get her roll on Please don't call YoungBoy phone, uh They thought the legal beat me, bitch, I'm rich, he can't catch up I ran it up, they see me and I'm barely showin' love Put that bitch on TV, huh, I smoke that boy All my bitches love me, I cut that extra ho like— Nene, I don't need your Chelsea, nah, nah What's inside my pocket? That's Velveeta cheese, yeah, yeah Try me once, now want me take you back? Hell nah, hell nah, huh, hell nah Ooh, huh Bitch tryna get mad and dive in my shit, she tryna fuck up my groove Know I get mad as bad as a bitch if she can't get no shoes Hop out that bitch, fit straight all rainbow Bitch, you know I'm a fool Who? Who they talkin' to? Whack that man and then I do my dance, like, bitch, I been the truth Get them bands and do the runnin' man My bitch gon' bring my food, huh Tell 'em fuck 'em, I been hustlin', I won't leave the stu' Ooh (Oh shit, 4reign, you cooked this one up, nigga?) Uh-huh, YoungBoy, I'm caught up with steppin' Bang out, I'm with it, whatever (SAUCEboy, shit, what you want me to play?) Hold on, I don't need your Chelsea, hold on, hell nah (Say, Terrelle, let's bring the beat in)