Lyrical Breakdown of So Not Sorry - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "So Not Sorry" 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 "So Not Sorry" 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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(Truck-Truck, turn me up) (B-B-Bankroll got it) Let's do it, huh Yeah, huh, huh The fuck wrong with these niggas, Jason, man? Huh, huh These niggas can't These niggas be tryna pop it like I pop it They can't rock it how I rock it These niggas ain't me, let up Holdin' that bag. Young nigga gon' fuck around and buy the Jazz Young nigga rock out Bitch, I pop out with two belts on top my pants (Yes) Girl, I'm outside right now Holdin' on a coat, playin' football with one hand I'm ready to go. Get it started (I'm ready) I'm the reason the bases is loaded and stands (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm ready to go up with lil' shorty (I'm ready) I'm a gangster. I got her apart of the plan (Plan) I click it. Go Lambo' for 'Rari (For 'Rari) In it. Smokin' on dope, but I'm changin' the strand (The strand) I up it and hit with the 40 (I hit) And them pussies was talkin', them niggas done ran Lil Top, ridin' with a strap and a sack, okay (Okay) Pussy nigga cap. Get shot in his face I want you to tell 'em I'm raisin' my rate (Rate) Refill that drank in my soda. The Fanta is grape (Yeah) Play and the bitch get hit with a Drac' (Boom) Knockin' 'em out of the way. Let's do it (I knock 'em) Walk in your state with that fire, huh Pussy-ass nigga, let's play (Get to it) I'm switchin' the shoes on the ride He changed on the chains. I'm never gon' change Bae got money that's makin'. She want me to wait She part of my name. These bitches insane I'm plannin' on curin' all the pain That's a hundred K on top of the ring (The ring) I'm in back of the Rolls, just maxin' Everything that I'm giftin' these bitches extravagant She plan on havin' it Grabbin' the back. I'm tappin' it. Smashin' it Get in it, get in it, get in it (Get in it, get in it, get in it, yeah) Top, this bitch like my car I'm 'bout Tezzy swervin' on the block. Watch out for the cops And I got these young niggas strapped up for my opps In Paris, I'm kickin' my pimpin' It's France. We stuffin' these bitches in back of the car My fragrance. She smellin' it. She know I'm the man I pull out them bands. She ready to start Nigga get hit with a stick Shootin' on top my knees. I'm at that boy Slimier than a bitch She was playin' 'round. Actin' cool. I broke her heart I hit the button on 'em Box on the back of the Glock. I'm ready to start I'm ready to swerve on 'em I just triple crossed 'em. Sorry, but not sorry Huh, woah Huh, woah Bitch, I'm sorry, but not sorry Huh Yeah, yeah Bitch, I'm sorry, but not sorry (Slimeto) Bang, bang (Ayy, AI) Haha Bitch, I'm sorry, so not sorry Lil Top, Lil Top I'm sorry, but not sorry