Lyrical Breakdown of Ghetto Gods Freestyle - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how 2 Chainz weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Ghetto Gods Freestyle" 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 2 Chainz 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 2 Chainz's narrative.

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Yeah A lot of talk about what's Atlanta and what's not You wanna see what Atlanta is? You know what I mean? Reassurance Too easy Pop your shit now (Gangsta Grizzillz) EARTHGANG, home worldwide Home certified, gon' testify (hold on, hold on, hold on) Price for a feature gon' cost your life Where you goin'? Where you goin'? Hold on Bruh (who me?), hold on Fuck that shit (Mr. Thanksgiving) Bitch it's EARTHGANG, home worldwide Home certified, gon' testify Price for a feature, that'll cost your life Fuck your top ten, what your top five? You in the presence of the most high Speak with the tongue of the most fly A couple of stars in the roof, it's true I'm really a star, my nigga, the proof I father the youth, I taught them the truth I show them the lies, I open they eyes The real niggas rise, it's diamonds inside Okay, it's my turn, the turn of the tides I pray up to God Don't fuck with the schools or government Laws or none of they rules The media lie every day on the tube Tupac with a billi', my everyday move (get 'em) Fuckin' money up, hit my baby mama up Who you with? Fuck that shit, I'm pullin' up Threw a brick through a nigga Uber-Lyft Knew he was a bitch, knew he'd try to dip I be lyin', say I do it for the kid I just really fuck with doin' stupid shit White crowds like I'm Hootie and the Fish Fuckin' on a freaky, moody, lil' bitch I don't ever stick around to shoot the shit FaceTime nine times out of ten I be in the whip, droppin' off the jit Droppin' off some dick Sand bars with me like I'm Michael Vick Chopper ate a nigga up, Kyle Pitts Sandlot, big dog, I'm a beast Same time niggas populate the pics Pick a ring, flick Pinky ring pink Pussy real pink (Talk your shit, Tit) Sink, okay I'm on my way, want me get in there? Been a real nigga turned a millionaire While you sittin' there I'll make a million dollars By the time you been got up and did your hair Far as Louis Vuitton, I got 60 pair, you could pick a pair In the fruit fight, you couldn't pick a pear Some might say a grammatical error My granddad had a Chrysler LeBaron Then my dad caught prison time Mom start cryin', fucked up her mascara My trap house had a long-ass line 12 for the shit, it's porcupine Stuck like truck Fuck them fines, fuck that court Young, black nigga, I ain't tryna be broke Young, black nigga, I ain't tryna be broke Rolled 'em dice, then rebuck Take the dough, then re-up My new crib like my ego 'Cause that shit is big as fuck Toni Let me explain something Every time you hear my voice I'm thinkin' Mount Rushmore And there's only a couple spots available What's a king to a god? What's a god to a non-believer? In this case, only the legacy we leave behind Just make sure you quote me when I'm gone (Gangsta Grizzillz)