Lyrical Breakdown of Insecurities - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Insecurities" 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 "Insecurities" 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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Nigga pick up the phone, nigga I just got back from back from Australia You woulda loved this shit, it was hella hoes, nigga Hella bitches, I stacked my bread up though, nigga I think I'ma get this ring for Erica though, my nigga Yeah, I think she the one I want you to be the best man and shit my nigga, for real Hit me when you get back my nigga Tell the streets I've been down for a minute Chop it up and let my real niggas finish Had the kitchen or the stove, pockets on swole Choppin' up them O's, I was gettin' it on the road I was ready for whatever man I remember I was sellin' things I let it go, I let it go Said I was ready for whatever man With some niggas, they don't ever change I let it go, I let it go Yeah, Cadillacs, Impalas, nigga we ride Vogues This for you pussy ass niggas and you weak ass hoes I candy coat it, triple dip it, nigga, three times gold Dippin' through traffic, smoking dope like I don't see 5-0 License suspended, I was livin' ignorant Careful blocking, pop some shots just to impress my niggas Insecure about my looks, wouldn't pop it with the bitches Rob and stole for diamond jewels, I thought I needed attention Why I was starvin' for attention? All she want is my attention All I wanna do is smoke and fuck her, thug it out and keep shit undercover Told myself that I would never love her But I cuss her out, blow up her phone and get mad if another nigga touch her Insecure and in my motherfuckin' feelings Thought that I was chasin' money, I was chasin' bitches But when the Lord gave me my daughter, helped me paint the picture Man, all the shit I did, I'm blessed the streets ain't take a nigga Nigga I stay Ready for whatever man And some niggas, they don't ever change I let it go, I let it go And I remember I was sellin' things I was ready for whatever man I let it go, I let it go Bentleys and Bimmers, Impalas, Caprices I scope up Diego, my nigga, we beepin' My day one, we gang bang, we run off, we throw weight I murder for my dogs, we eat off the same plate We masked up, all my niggas masked up Did a show in Brooklyn, niggas tried to get me blast up Thought you was my nigga, hate to see me get my cash up Then some niggas hit me, hollows almost tore my ass up Your shooters was some actors, actin' ass niggas Scared to squeeze the trigger, some amateur ass niggas Used to hit the road and get stacks of them cash with them Only time'll let me know you a stab in the back nigga I remember we was sellin' things I came to you, I'd do whatever man I let it go, I let it go And I was ready for whatever man I remember I was sellin' things I let it go, I let it go Said I was ready for whatever man But some niggas, they don't ever change I let it go, I let it go, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Cadillacs, Impalas, nigga, we ride Vogues Fuck you pussy-ass niggas and you weak-ass hoes I candy coat it, triple dip it, nigga, three times gold Dippin' through traffic, smoking dope like I don't see 5-0 License suspended, I was livin' ignorant Kept a Glock and, pop some shots just to impress my niggas Insecure about my looks, wouldn't pop it with the bitches Rob and stole for diamond jewels, I thought I needed attention Why I was starvin' for attention? All she wanted is my attention Fuck you bitches, all my daughter want is my attention All she want is my attention, yeah So why am I starvin' for attention? All she want is my attention, hmm Why am I starvin' for attention? All my daughter want is my attention