Lyrical Breakdown of Buck Shots - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how A$AP Rocky weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Buck Shots" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that A$AP Rocky 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 A$AP Rocky's narrative.

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I ain't scared, uh Real niggas put the clip in and let it go, uh Real niggas wanna run real, uh Real (buckshot) Real niggas from the roll (ends with a buckshot) Real niggas from the end Real niggas from the home (buckshot) Homeboy, you ain't know (ends with a buckshot) Had a bitch suckin' on a lollipop at the bus stop Green Glock, red Glock (buckshot) They ain't really ready for me when I (buckshot) They ain't really ready for me when I (buckshot) What the blood clot? Niggas know not what, nigga, whatnot, yeah From the fort, Fort Knox, this ain't Fortnite, nigga Get your shit rocked, nigga Buckshots, uh, uh (buckshot) And my pictures like a mugshot (uh) And all my bitches got butt shots (hahaha), uh Uh, yeah, yeah, buckshots, yeah Left this man dead in the damn lot, yeah, uh, yeah In the kitchen pourin' up the Wock' Yeah, yeah, pour it on the fuckin' clock (yeah), bitch Yeah, buckshots Everybody in this bitch got a mugshot (hold up, hold up) Nigga, push up, now we on your block (yeah) Bitch, I'm off the bean and the damn Wock' (hold up, hold up) Got a clip and it's full (buckshot) Leave a motherfucker in the (ends with a buckshot) Man, I was grown up since a young blood (buckshot) Now I'm bustin' off shots (ends with a buckshot) Back in my younger days, all I want was braids All my mama want from me was grades (buckshot) They ain't really ready for me when I (buckshot) One stop, nigga, get some drugs and a damn Glock (hold up, hold up) Uh, got them bullets aimin' at your head top AK-47, try to run up, bet we send shots (phew, phew) Walkin' with my chains out on a opp block I'm with Drippy Drew (yeah), don't try run up, you get dropped off (woah) Oh, yeah, huh, pull up flexin' with the top down, uh I'm with gang with some baddies on that yacht now, uh, yeah Bought a brand new Mulsanne, Gucci'd down now, huh Nigga, you ain't in my lane, you a clown now, yeah Keep the semi tucked, nigga, what you want now? Yeah Bought a brand new gun, it's gon' catch you up, oh yeah Got Raf Simons on my feet, I stay feet up, oh yeah Watch me pull up to the scene, nigga T'd up, oh yeah Buckshot Buckshot Buckshot Ends with a buckshot