Lyrical Breakdown of GANG'NEM - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "GANG'NEM" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Ab-Soul weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "GANG'NEM" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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For the homies, my niggas
Amen
All my naysayers are eating crow
Cause we reaping every single thing that we can sow
Needle and thread in my head, I'm a string theorist
Everything is connected and we the seamstresses
Doo-rag wrapped up tryna train my waves
Auntie gave me a bowl cut, but I was catching fades
I went 15 like 15 times
Got away with 19 crimes
I'm sipping this wine, yea
Writing raps in the trap I was locked in
The drank made me slow, but my mind was on mach-10 (God)
Elbows of vegetable for the LO (Gas)
I had the runny nose, but I ain't have a cold
If you know, you know
Really though
The homie hit me told me hide the blicky bro
This niggas always into some wild shit
One time he bought the KelTec
I had to tell him all we shootin' is videos
Ain't have the eyesight for the gunfights
But gotta couple crodies I would go to war for (Gang)
Shooters you won't find on NBA highlights
I know where the bodies buried, I won't tell a Soul
Soul
Take a bullet, catch a body for the gang nem
Look the judge in the eye and lie for gang nem
Since a youngin' I been on some ride or die shit
I got secrets Ima die with
Take a bullet, catch a body for the gang nem
I ain't never cutting ties with the gang nem
Since a youngin' I been on that ride or die shit
I got secrets Ima die with
Dead homies tattoo'd on my skin
Stash tools in the Benz
Flag blue like the Wind
Blame the lean shorty for this bad mood that I'm in
She say she love me, so I made her smash two of my friends
You know I ride for my niggas middle finger to the opposition
Been the man all my life cause see my pops in prison
Not to mention I came up getting chose by lots of women
Cause every time they sold their bodies know I got commission
Toxic nigga
Might just tat the skull and bones
CIP Doe Burger
Can't believe that my lil brother's gone
Missed my flight that morning
Got his text, but I missed bruh call
If I was there, I woulda caught a body like a trust fall
Or been somewhere in surgery
Pistol close as Glen, can't let em murder me
If I go to jail and do a bid, it was for perjury
Certainly, I swear you'll never hear that dude told
Cross my heart and take it to the tombstone
(Fresh)
Take a bullet, catch a body for the gang nem
Look the judge in the eye and lie for gang nem
Since a youngin I been on some ride or die shit
I got secrets Ima die with
Take a bullet, catch a body for the gang nem
I ain't never cutting ties with the gan n em
Since a youngin I been on that ride or die shit
I got secrets Ima die with