Lyrical Breakdown of F****n' up the Count - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "F****n' up the Count" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Freddie Gibbs weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "F****n' up the Count" 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 Freddie Gibbs 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 Freddie Gibbs's narrative.

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You working a ground stash 20 tall pinks Two fiends come up to you and ask for two each Another one cops three Then Bodie hands you off 10 more, but some white guy rolls up in a car, waves you down and pays for eight How many vials you got left? 15 How the fuck you able to keep the count right when you're not able to do the book problem man? Count be wrong, they'll fuck you up Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, ay nigga Time to whip these zippers in the kitchen with the same nigga All I know is selling weed and water, dope and yay nigga Money on my mind, don't do the crime unless it pay nigga New 650 Bimmer coupe, I'm fucking in a foreign car Got diamonds in my rollie face I'm bout to cop a Audemar Top down on a bitch when I ride by, I feel like fuck the law Got diamonds in my rollie face I'm bout to cop an Audemar My celly steady ringin', Freddie where your bales at? Teacher told me go get a job, I said where the scale at? Told my Cali plug wrap the package up, we can mail that Teacher told me go get a job, I said where the scale at? Bitch, I'm straight balling Fifty thousand dollars in a nigga couch And never fucking up the count Bitch I'm straight balling Hundred' thousand dollars in my momma house And never fucking up the count Bitch, I'm straight balling Tryna make a million before they take me out And never fucking up the count Bitch I'm straight balling Fifty thousand dollars in a nigga couch And never fucking up the count This look like money, motherfucker Money be green Money feel like money That shit look green to you? Got a dead fucking president on it I don't give a fuck Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, ay nigga Momma kick me out the house for servin' where she stay nigga Nickel dimed and broke after I buy my brand new J's, nigga Fuck this broke shit boy Went straight to robbing, what's the play nigga Ran off with this nigga Work is crucial when you burn a nigga He might want that back so bet you down to do a murder nigga Used to keep that .45 on my front seat when I serve a nigga Nigga want this work I hope you down to do a murder, nigga Celly steady ringin' for Freddie but where the things at? Drove a half a ton, dropped it off and I took a plane back Gangsta shit in my DNA, I just can't explain that Even if I die tell my enemies I remain that Said bitch I'm straight balling Fifty thousand dollars in a nigga couch And never fucking up the count Bitch I'm straight balling Hunnid' thousand dollars in my momma house And never fucking up the count Bitch I'm straight balling Tryna make a million before they take me out And never fucking up the count Bitch I'm straight balling Fifty thousand dollars in a nigga couch And never fucking up the count You follow drugs You get drug addicts and the drug dealers But you start to follow the money and you don't know where the fuck it's gonna take you