Lyrical Breakdown of Still Livin' 2 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Still Livin' 2" 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 "Still Livin' 2" 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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Yeah
Praise the Lord
Yeah (Freddie Kane, mane)
Fresh
Yeah, fresh up off a pack of powder, powder
My life so sweet got niggas sour, sour
Got diamonds dancing in my necklace, my necklace
Just fed your bitch two eggs for breakfast
Had her bed in breakfast
When it comes to Freddie Kane, that's all a bitch gon' get
Eastside, ese, gangbang, we fucking with the whole shit
Bet I be runnin' through so many other bitches, I don't even know a ho name
Bitch, you ain't fucking with a petty motherfucker
Mane, I come to get the whole thing
Said, the whole damn thing, said, the whole damn enchilada
Got a whole brick, that's a piñata
I'ma chop it up and throw it in the water
Black gloves, black mask, black strap
Grand theft, murder one, kidnap
If you pull that shit, better bust that shit
Got a 36 soft, tryna rush that shit like-
Yeah, yeah
Fresh up off a pack of powder, powder
My life so sweet, got niggas sour, sour
Said, life so sweet, these bitches sour, sour
Bitch, I got money and the power, power, power
Fresh up off a pack of powder, powder
My life so sweet, got niggas sour, sour
Said, life so sweet, these bitches sour, sour
Bitch, I got money and the power, power, power
Fresh up off a hundred thousand, thousand
Young nigga fresh out that public housing, housing
I window-shop, these niggas be browsing, browsing
I just get it off the lot, straight cash, I'm climbing
Yeah, bitch, I'm climbing
Get a thang then send a nigga back to the store, yeah
And the shop don't close, got it open for the whole two, yeah
But I hit her last week, goddamnit, so I know she go, yeah
Young nigga got cash, so I know you wanna fuck me ho
Wanna fuck me ho
'Cause I'm fresh up off a pack of powder, powder, powder
I-5, 125 miles an hour, hour
Nigga hitting licks on these out-of-towners, towners
My life so sweet got niggas sour, sour
Yeah, yeah
Fresh up off a pack of powder, powder
My life so sweet, got niggas sour, sour
Said, life so sweet, these bitches sour, sour
Bitch, I got money and the power, power, power
Fresh up off a pack of powder, powder, powder
My life so sweet, got niggas sour, sour
Said, life so sweet, these bitches sour, sour
Bitch, I got money and the power, power