Lyrical Breakdown of Steady Mobbin' (Lil Wayne feat. Gucci Mane) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Steady Mobbin' (Lil Wayne feat. Gucci Mane)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Drake weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Steady Mobbin' (Lil Wayne feat. Gucci Mane)" 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 Drake employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Man, fuck these niggas!
I'mma spare everything but these niggas
I flip the gun and gun-butt these niggas
Take the knife off the AK and cut these niggas
Yeah, and fuck these bitches
I swear I care about everything but these bitches
I don't care, I "so what" these bitches
And I put Young Mula, baby, way above these bitches
If it ain't broke, don't break it
And if he ain't shook, I'm gon' shake him
Hope I don't look weak
Cause when a wolf cry wolf, you still see that wolf's teeth, mothafucka
Futuristic handgun
If you act foul, you get two shots and one
I'm at your face like Lancôme
You niggas softer than Roseanne's son
Hey, you cannot reach me on my Samsung
I'm busy fucking the world and giving the universe my damn tongue
Crazy motherfucker, I am one
But the crazy thing is, I began one
All white bricks, I'm straight like it's jumping back to 36, nigga
Big house, long hallways, got 10 bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga
And we don't want no problems
Ok, you're a goon, what's a goon to a goblin?
Yeah, and Kane on the beat
I fuck around and leave a nigga's brains on the street
Ughh, I pop that pussy
I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy
Uh huh, and we be steady mobbin'
Oh Kemosabe, big ballin' is my hobby
What the fuck is up? It's Gucci Mane the G
Ask Tity Boi, no pity boy, this scar city the city boy
So icy, so no Nike boy, just Gucci, Louis, Prada, 'scuse me
"Gucci Mane keep shittin' on me, why that boy keep buyin' jewelry?"
East Atlanta cockin' hammers
Bandannas on car antennas
No we do not talk to strangers
Just cut off these niggas' fingers
Gucci's armed and dangerous, cocaine, codeine and angel dust
This AK-47 will hitchya everywhere from the ankle up
Gun same size as Nia Long, clip long as a Pringles can
.45 Desert Eagle on me, you'll think I'm a Eagles fan
Toni Braxton sniper rifle, make you never breathe again
Fuck that nigga, kill that nigga, bring him back, kill him again (Gucci!)
Yeah, the money is the motive
Fuck with the money, it get ugly as Coyote
Ok, I'm reloaded
Better pull it if you tote it
I buy a pound, break it down and put it in a stogie
Swagger so bright, I don't even need light
I'm with a model broad, she don't even eat rice
But would you believe that she eat dykes?
And she asked me for a picture, so I gave her 3 strikes
Yeah, I-I'm the man around this motherfucker
I'm so hot you probably catch a tan around this motherfucker
This rap game, I got my hand around this motherfucker
Yeah I said game, but I ain't playing around this motherfucker
Yeah, I'm the best to ever do it, bitch
And you're the best at never doing shit
If you the shit, then I am sewerage
T-try me and I'll have your people reading eulogies
I swear you can't fuck with me
But I can fuck your girl and make her nut for me
Then slut for me, then kill for me, then steal for me
And of course it'll be your cash
Then I'll murder that bitch and send her body back to your ass
And we don't want no problems
Ok, you're a goon, what's a goon to a goblin?
Yeah, and Kane on the beat
I fuck around and leave a nigga's brains on the street
Ughh, I pop that pussy
I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy
Uh huh, and we be steady mobbin'
Oh Kemosabe, big ballin' is my hobby
Uh, man suck my clip
Swallow my bullets, and don't you spit
Uhh! I am the hip-hop socialist
Life is a gamble and I'm all about my poker chips
Do you want a dose of this?
I will make the most of this
'F' is for ferocious
Murder your associates
The top is so appropriate
This is just where I belong
Keep a hard dick for your girlfriend to wobble on
And we don't want no problems
Ok, you're a goon, what's a goon to a goblin?
Yeah, and Kane on the beat
I fuck around and leave a nigga's brains on the street
Ughh, I pop that pussy
I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy
Uh huh, and we be steady mobbin'
Oh Kemosabe, big ballin' is my hobby