Lyrical Breakdown of Savage Gates - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Savage Gates" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how 21 Savage weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Savage Gates" 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 21 Savage 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 21 Savage's narrative.
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Call my shooters in the six
Diamonds on me, look like piss
Catch me in the hoop D below Keyon Rich
I'm gone fuck your main bitch
21 gone get your side bitch
I've got hoes sniffing cocaine, sipping high tech
All these dudes around me shooting shit to stay excited
Welcome to Bahamas, meet my plug on the island
Smoke a whole a pound of green crack, got me fucked up
Literally found 20 bands, bitch I lucked up
Niggas don't wanna see me win, and I know it
Why I get that check, grab that check, and I blow it?
Fucked his baby mama first night, she was starstruck
That shit that's on my hip gone wake you up, nigga Starbucks
She gone suck a real nigga long, she got lockjaw
That money coming, going back and forth like a seesaw
Made me spill my double cup, that shit had me T'd off
Bitch I'm from the six you run up on me, blow your knees off
I got shooters, I got shooters, I got shooters in that zone six
Young nigga ride around, brazy with them yop sticks
Water splashing in' n out that pot, I got sea sick
Finessing with a dummy brick, pussy I do trap tricks
VVS diamonds dancing, moving like a jet ski
JC in my squad, man we run this shit up to SC
Fuck the rap game, man I do this shit for slam dunk
Nigga call my phone for a zoe, what the fuck you want?
Made a whole lot of Fetty with my Trap Queen
I got grams of loud for the 15
I'm running from 12 like Batman
I pull up with shooters in a black van
Swing through your hood like Tarzan
Woo, Woo, pull up, pull up, I got dirty in my cup
I'm sipping on that syrup(lean!), I'm sipping on that syrup(lean!)
I'm in the club with the old man, yeah that 40 tucked
Your ex on my dick, if I see her we gone fuck
I might cash your bitch out cus' that cash what I'm about, Gates!