Lyrical Breakdown of It Is What It Is (feat. Gunna) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "It Is What It Is (feat. Gunna)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Big Sean weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "It Is What It Is (feat. Gunna)" 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 Big Sean 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 Big Sean's narrative.

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Yeah It is Woah (woah, woah) And I'm 'bout to get an IV, so Let me knock this out real quick (Run it back, Turbo) Yep (woah) B-I-G, B-I-G, what are you sayin'? My baby, this big as it gets (gets) Run it up like my crib at the top of the hill Really though, that's 'cause it is (it is) Quit being so sensitive and takin' it personal, baby, it's biz (what?) I cut they a- off, but f- it, though, cut me a check, it is what it is Run that - back, Turbo (ayy, woah, yeah) Let's go, let's go It's simple, but it ain't easy Woah, woah, I got it figured out, woah (Run it back, Turbo) F- all that hatin', that sh- a disease and they dyin' off (woah) I got a goddess that just hopped up out of the pool and she never dryin' off Chef up the product, I put that b- right on the shelf and hell yeah, it's flyin' off F- is you talkin' 'bout, stupid? We out of here, baby, yeah, I'm signin' off Boy, let's go Whole different breed, you know? My life a whole different degree, you know? Tryna flip me a BMO, no wonder I'm capital PNO? On the west side of the D, it was cold Me and Tone in a Caprice, you know? We had to print out the CDs and plant all the seeds, and just roll up our sleeves, you know? Understand, n- came straight out the concrete It wasn't no beach with the breeze, you know? (Straight up) Mobbin' like 'Pone, capeesh, you know? 'Cause n- need more than a piece, lil' h- (God) Took a long way to the top (top) Y'all too worried 'bout a fast track (swerve) Face all on the front page, I don't give a f- about no backlash I been backstabbed and laughed at We gon' see who get the f- last laugh And we doin' more numbers than- (what?) Still doin' more numbers than hashtags Yeah, big business with a fat staff In the crib alone, having flashbacks Like, I really sacrificed it all (what?) F- it, I wanted it that bad, n- B-I-G, B-I-G, what are you sayin'? My baby, this big as it gets (gets) Run it up like my crib at the top of the hill Really though, that's 'cause it is (it is) Quit being so sensitive and takin' it personal, baby, it's biz (Gunna Wunna) I cut they a- off, but f- it, though, cut me a check, h-, it is what it is F- all that sh-, let's get back to the business I run up them racks independent (Young Gunna Wunna) Stack them racks next to the fan on the ceiling I can go blow me a million (go blow me a million) Jump off the P, I can ball in Detroit like I'm playin' the Pistons (playin' the Piston) No time to wait, I'ma hit in this Scat', hope they payin' attention They try turn their back on the realest Ain't work, what the word on me now when you fearless? N- all hype, need some realies My competition are like all of my children (like all of my children) You like the top, I can f-, but can't wife, but it's up when we linkin' (it's up) Young Gunna on the mic and I twinkle a lot of ice N- know they can't see me (know they can't see me) Saint Laurent lens, want a light light bright, can't nobody dim it (nobody) Pull up big body Benz, me and my twin, and it's f- all the critics (f- all you critics) Young ain't my kin, you ain't my type, you like one of the gimmicks (like one of the gimmicks, ah) Pretty lil' b-, stop at red light while I play with her - B-I-G, B-I-G, what are you sayin'? My baby, this big as it gets (gets) Run it up like my crib at the top of the hill Really though, that's 'cause it is (it is) Quit being so sensitive and takin' it personal, baby, it's biz (biz) I cut they a- off, but f- it, though, cut me a check, ho, it is what it is (it is) It is, yeah It is what it is It is F- it, it is what it is