Lyrical Breakdown of I Be On My Grind - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "I Be On My Grind" 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 "I Be On My Grind" 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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The World's Freshest you bitch Tonight Show Yeah yeah Yo I be on my grind I be on that, I be on that, full clip in my 9 I be on that with a whole round of Kush all out of dimes Niggas ain't looking for the hood good smokes Tell them hoes that I'm on the east side Tell them hoes that I'm on the east side Tell them hoes that I'm in the east Bay Tell them hoes that I'm with Jose in a U-Haul truck finna ship that yay' Tell the hoes that I got that pack Fat dope but I got that back In the strip club with them racks Ho know that I got that sack Freddie Kane, baby I make you do something strange for a piece of change baby Bitch I don't do kiss or tell Don't say no names, baby I throw that ass under the prison Fuck or suckin' something that's the mission if you with us Freddie Kane, baby I make you do something strange for a piece of change baby Bitch I don't do kiss or tell Don't say no names, baby I throw that ass under the prison Fuck or suckin' something that's the mission if you with us Gangsta Gibbs I be on my grind I be on that, I be on that, full clip in my 9 I be on that with a whole round of Kush all out of dimes Niggas ain't looking for the hood good smokes Tell them hoes that I'm on the east side Tell them hoes that I'm on the east side Tell them hoes that I'm in the east Bay Tell them hoes that I'm with Jose in a U-Haul truck finna ship that yay' Tell the hoes that I got that pack Fat dope but I got that back In the strip club with them racks Ho know that I got that sack Maneuvering through a plot full of gangstas Where we walk their territory like Picasso's Free every sense of danger Ever since I got up and got out my major I was dedicated Dreaming about them flows But now the flows are what we elevated Palamino penthouse graduated the rent house Forty stories above All of these niggas tryna get out Policy guaranteed Nigga get the message to send out Pulled up on them Pulled up again That's what they been bout Exquisite taste It's only been legit to match my ego 20K in the belly mention my amigo Sounded lost to something That engine move at the speed of light Bitch get exposed on sites you know where she go'n be tonight That's on God I bless the game Take them out of rent and redesign 'em Into something that cost some change Even if I switch and callin' your highness, they will adapt it Been to the shops and hit the tramps just to tell them the paper stinkin' I be on my grind I be on that, I be on that, full clip in my 9 I be on that with a whole round of Kush all out of dimes Niggas ain't looking for the hood good smokes Tell them hoes that I'm on the east side Tell them hoes that I'm on the east side Tell them hoes that I'm in the east Bay Tell them hoes that I'm with Jose in a U-Haul truck finna ship that yay' Tell the hoes that I got that pack Fat dope but I got that back In the strip club with them racks Ho know that I got that sack Elegant thuggin' Honey take in that Louis luggage I'm big pimpin' like Pimp C and that Gucci bucket My crew disgusting little weezy voiced ya Mercy with the doors up Like easy it's yo boy Yuk Bang, dragging gang in this thang, nigga Peace, teeth watching the change on these pain nigga Galleria shopping, big poppin', Versace frame nigga Can't flip up, brace in back of the Range I'm a made nigga Niggas, and I'm an asshole by nature Selling that Big Daddy Kane on the block They caught the vapers Use to Cali, Vegas ballin' now fuck you haters Like 'Bron I took my talents down south for that paper Shout out the Chief and J Prince Your nigga been paid since Hermes, Louis Vuitton, Spikes and suede shit You nigga went for cooking hard white in the basement To rocking the mics with the ankle bracelet Gangsta I be on my grind I be on that, I be on that, full clip in my 9 I be on that with a whole round of Kush all out of dimes Niggas ain't looking for the hood good smokes Tell them hoes that I'm on the east side Tell them hoes that I'm on the east side Tell them hoes that I'm in the east Bay Tell them hoes that I'm with Jose in a U-Haul truck finna ship that yay' Tell the hoes that I got that pack Fat dope but I got that back In the strip club with them racks Ho know that I got that sack