Lyrical Breakdown of Faneto (Remix) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Chief Keef weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Faneto (Remix)" 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 Chief Keef 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 Chief Keef's narrative.

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Gang in this bitch I'm a gorilla in a fuckin' coupe, finna pull up to the zoo, nigga Told you, nigga, who the fuck is you? I don't know, nigga No, nigga, pull up on your block, we gon' blow, nigga Go, nigga, run, nigga, run from the po', nigga (police nigga) Gas what I smoke, nigga Feds at my door, jump out the window, nigga Know you can't get no money silly ho I just hit a stain, faneto, faneto Young Bibby, I be thumbin' through that check, bitch Young Bibby, I be thumbin' through that check, bitch Young Bibby, I be thumbin' through that check, bitch Thumbin' through that check Thumbin'-thumbin' through that check, bitch 30 thou' on my neck, bitch Straight gas, no stress, bitch Whack a nigga, scratch his ass off the checklist Aye, and I'm straight from the go Take a nigga out his clothes We don't trick, aw bitch, is you slow? Do me a favor, grab your shoes, close that door Aye, cash what I blow Cali' plug got that gas for the low Your boyfriend smell like ass and he broke Bufford needa' stand his ass by the sto' Aye, sell some weed, sell some coke Them No Limits come through, get low Aye, you better run, Forest go Aye, got that 50 shot, drug get you slow I bet I look like a stain, faneto Bitch, I got 30 in my thang, plus 3 more Walk up on me strange, watch me blow This cash like heroin in my veins, I need mo' I'm still a Heron, fuck the lake and fuck the fo' And if you ain't no day one gang then you don't know Jumpout Gang and Cuckoo gang go boom, boom, boom Pull up, skurtt, everybody on the floor Bitches call me G Herbo or Herbo baby My whole city know that I go crazy And No Limits strapped up like the Navy Run up on a nigga and play crazy 90's baby but I got crack like the 80's Thumb through them racks last summer, bitch, I blew like 80 I won't tell you no lie, on the lady that made me So watch just watch how I do them this summer Pull up on them corners like, bang, bang, bang Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch Turn up, I just hit a stain, finna' go 30's and them thangs when we roll We don't save these hoes, no hero Send him to the E-, ah nosy ho Bitch you know who King OVO No Limit with the mover, Rollie Glo My name is Louie, but they call me Tony We met last night she sucked me to the morning I love that Ralph, I smoke it by the Lauren My smile Benz, I be talkin' foreign I be dumping Ps when I'm not recordin' If a bitch don't like bitches then she borin' Your bitch on my dick, I will be scorin' Numbers on the boards, boy I pull up scorin' Days and the days when we warin' Back-to-back hits on the foreign Your bitch need to fix my dickasorem These niggas talkin' shit until you hurt 'em My girl shoot shit up, she a squirter Beat the pussy up, she love it when I hurt her When I'm done, I'mma need a lawyer Don't got change for nothing, all I got is C-Notes Catch a opper lackin', bingo Extended mag, might not have to reload If we miss we spin back round and re-blow Catch him in the club, K.O They likin' bricks, knockin' niggas out, Deebo All this damn money, [?] Bitch I know you see me, vevo Smoking opps, pack is shit, is lethal You'll get shot at when we see you All bag leave you see thru I'm off a flat, rockin' like a beatle I get dirty money like it ain't illegal They kill in Chiraq like it's legal Pop out shoot shit up like a needle Try to take my chain, I ain't going Shoot him in his brain, I ain't know it Take a nigga chain then wear it Pass it to the gang now we sharing Turn a goofball to a spirit Bullet turn a nigga to a bitch Hit, screaming like a bitch You a goofy got hit on the hip I'm thumbing through a check, running up a bag Since you can't get no money get a? You can't get no ride bitch call a cab I be mixing drugs like a lab