Lyrical Breakdown of 1017 Loaded - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "1017 Loaded" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Gucci Mane weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "1017 Loaded" 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 Gucci Mane 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 Gucci Mane's narrative.

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Uh, uh Uh, uh-uh, uh, uh (spiffoMadeIt) Uh, uh-uh, uh I'm really rappin' what I live, this is not a dream He try to act up, then get killed tryna cause a scene Diamonds bleedin', but still in the field, ain't no robbin' me Follow me, show you how we live, niggas, talk is cheap Like what to do with all this cash? I'ma fuck it off Hard to get at you, shots at his fam, get his brother off I'm rollin' with my niggas and we loaded And they don't know how hard it was to get here, so I'm spoiled Swear they don't know it Like what to do with all this cash? I'ma fuck it off Hard to get at you, shots at his fam, get his brother off I'm rollin' with my niggas and we loaded And they don't know how hard it was to get here, so I'm spoiled I swear they don't know it So Icy, they know that we run it I walk down on my opps, I ain't runnin' (baow) Don't need talk, you can't show me no hunnid He got R.I.P.'ed, know that I done it, I won't go for nothin' (on blood) I'm really that bitch, on God (ooh) I wish I could still do fraud (wham) I be itchin' to swipe me a card Get ahead of him, buy me a car Ooh, my gang too iced, on freezer (ice) Pass around that lil' foreign, no visa (yeah) Everybody know they can't see us Oh, their label too weak, they can't beat us I was trappin', had 'bout fifteen bands ridin' in that '77 (trap) From the block for real, when I was ten, I stole a MAC-11 (huh? Bitch) Now these diamonds on me kickbox, just like UFC I record your ho like TikTok, I got different scenes, ho Wop, he said, "Don't play with them," don't play with him, I break the rim If he hatin' on me, bet he broke, I bet his pockets thin Like what to do with all this cash? I'ma fuck it off Hard to get at you, shots at his fam, get his brother off I'm rollin' with my niggas and we loaded And they don't know how hard it was to get here, so I'm spoiled Swear they don't know it Like what to do with all this cash? I'ma fuck it off Hard to get at you, shots at his fam, get his brother off I'm rollin' with my niggas and we loaded And they don't know how hard it was to get here, so I'm spoiled I swear they don't know it My gun is not a racist and these bullets don't discriminate (nah) Get rid of all the evidence, don't leave nothin' incriminatin' (huh?) Still ain't met no nigga on this earth I felt intimidate (fuck 'em) I got breathin' holes and mufflers on my charge for ventilation (grraw) Lately, I've been short on conversation, let me demonstrate All my clique bipolar with the diamonds, we go mental patient (crazy) Trap house goin' crazy, man, it's packed like the central station Uh, yup, yup, yup, yup, uh Big Scarr, bitch, I'm heavyweight, I fuck her, I ain't no dinner date High speed on the interstate, leave 'em dead on Exit 8 Bitch, I came from catchin' plays, I came up off of Section 8 Free Lil Leak up off them bodies, niggas tellin' on the case Like what to do with all this cash? I'ma fuck it off Hard to get at you, shots at his fam, get his brother off I'm rollin' with my niggas and we loaded And they don't know how hard it was to get here, so I'm spoiled Swear they don't know it Like what to do with all this cash? I'ma fuck it off Hard to get at you, shots at his fam, get his brother off I'm rollin' with my niggas and we loaded And they don't know how hard it was to get here, so I'm spoiled I swear they don't know it All white bricks (bricks?), diamonds still legit Stunt on your ho, send me the go Throw me the Henny, I'm drivin' the boat I couldn't deal with the ratchets Slide on your nigga, his head in a basket I roll him out, put a cape on his casket Make it official, then seal with a gasket (ooh) 1017, I'm the bitch, that's a ransom (uh) Diamonds so icy, your new bitch could never (no) I ain't a lawyer, but I went to school (brr) Havin' the bucks and this pussy good too Ayy, got brand-new choppers can't wait to use (yeah) Play with my camp, it's breakin' news (breakin' news) No, I ain't been with my glizzy lately I'm still tryna Drac' a dude (drac' a dude) Never need no pillows (no) or no cover We come lay on you (we come lay on you) I'm the type to spend a night on your block I'll wait for you (blrr-blrrt, blrrt) Blrr-blrrt, these metal jackets too Big 7.62 caught in his back, now he can't never move Blrr-blrrt Like what to do with all this cash? I'ma fuck it off Hard to get at you, shots at his fam, get his brother off I'm rollin' with my niggas and we loaded And they don't know how hard it was to get here, so I'm spoiled Swear they don't know it Like what to do with all this cash? I'ma fuck it off Hard to get at you, shots at his fam, get his brother off I'm rollin' with my niggas and we loaded And they don't know how hard it was to get here, so I'm spoiled I swear they don't know it