Lyrical Breakdown of A To Z (feat. Young Dolph & Peewee) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "A To Z (feat. Young Dolph & Peewee)" 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 "A To Z (feat. Young Dolph & Peewee)" 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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Gucci Mane's a G, G
I'm tryna sell a P, P's
From A to Z (From A to Z)
You know about B
You know about B
You know I fuck with Wee (Longway)
It wouldn't cost me but a G (racks)
I leave blood on your T, I leave blood on the street
I put mud on the street (lean lean lean lean lean)
A pint will cost you bout a G (Codeine)
Don't call it pint just call it P (PT's)
F on my rims I'm in the D (I'm in Detroit)
Don't f around with him, got that FN
I'm in that BMW and F is on my rims (Forgi's)
Every trap from A to Z, white girls want that e, (they want that E)
Hundred K for my SSMC I know the alphabet boys wanna see me (ATM)
Got that Cali OG, my AR in close reach
I do what I want, you do what you can
You a dope boy, I'm a dope man
600 horses in my V, sellin' P
That bitch use to be thick until she started sniffing p
Streets love me but I'm hated by the M.P.D
Multi million dreams but I have nightmares of the f e d's (god damn)
Lord please have mercy on me, I know I don't 'posed to be dealin'
So after this pack I'm chillin', Last 8 summers I made me a killin'
OG PT's made me addicted
Damn near Od'd and fucked up my kidneys
Almost let down the whole South Memphis
I'm in my traphouse letting them things go for the wholesale
I'm on the west coast chillin with 50 ps in my hotel
Don't f around with him got that FN
I'm in that BMW and F is on my rims (Forgi's)
Every trap from A to Z, white girls want that e, (they want that E)
Hundred K for my SSMC I know the alphabet boys wanna see me
Got that Cali OG, my AR in close reach
White hoes want that E, I told em I got molly
This AR laying next to me, can't wait to catch a body
Shoot from a to z I left my work forensic ID
I fly out to D the I heard they serving they got PT's
Meet a bad bitch look like RiRi
I'm crippin' she rock CC Chanel Chanel and PeeWee
I'm a D-boy selling Qps, Guwop and Dolph still pouring out the PT
On the eastside sipping on lean lean
In the HOV like Jay Z like JD money ain't a damn thang
H to the O bring your main thang, these hoes on longways dang-dang
Balmain mixed with the Hermes, HK Don't fuck with this new
Double R its Rolling 60s, Got OG Longway hippie
FN double down on me turn ya [?]
Don't f around with him got that FN
I'm in that BMW and F is on my rims (Forgi's)
Every trap from A to Z, white girls want that e, (they want that E)
Hundred K for my SSMC I know the alphabet boys wanna see me (ATM)
Got that Cali OG, my AR in close reach