Lyrical Breakdown of Brick N A Brick (ft. Blaze Servin) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Brick N A Brick (ft. Blaze Servin)" 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 "Brick N A Brick (ft. Blaze Servin)" 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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1] Young niggas with these old dogs Got a young bitch and I'm hood rich My old money for this new club In this strip club getting group hugs I got busy kids, I got fresh weed Totter real hard on Venice Beach Talk to the a-attire, but ain't no telling bout me Cuz that lil nigga got spazzed out Baby girl I'll overwork ya Ain't that clip would pay ya And I ain't mean confiscate We walk around better be careful These niggas might snatch my house from me See them around better pray ya Cuz a nigga might snatch your air from ya Let me tell ya something about me Thirteen year old's already a O.G Selling big weed Big bra sit me thirty p Steal the shirt right off your back cuz I'm a fucking thief J's off the street, call me black with the gold teeth Pistol whip your cousin now a nigga got both teeth Keep it brief, where you speak Cuz you talkin' to a chief Shootin' like no Chief Keef Check it with ya homies Shoot you with yo own gun Running from your own peace Rob ya dead put some change on yo kid with yo own cheese Long money, long gun short pace and short sleaze Brick N a brick man I put that in my Rollie Brick N a brick man I put that in my Rollie Brick N a brick, brick brick brick, brick N a brick Brick brick brick, brick N a brick man I put that In my Rollie Brick N a brick man I put that in my Rollie Brick N a brick and a brick and a brick Then I put then I then I get it in my Rollie She goin' Pedro My amigos no quevo Diego got yayo My bitch looking like J-Lo My diamonds Bugatti They drive like a fossil Got bus's like Jabari God damn my plug in the waters I got nuggets like Quincy Miller I'm dealing go figure I throw it from filling rivers from SD to fillers Got them houses like [?] Got them dolphins from Florida I own them horny's like Jordan Now you think I got this foreign Sellin' brick after brick and My Rollie watch mash my pinkie Gettin' bread like I'm pinkie Smoking kush and I'm stinkin' Flipping bricks Hittin' licks Hunnid blue like a Crip Red bottoms on my kicks On my way to chop my biggie APPEARS ON THE ODDFATHER YOU MIGHT ALSO ENJOY G.O.M.D. by J. Cole No Role Modelz by J. Cole Apparently by J. Cole Try Me by DeJ Loaf About Genius Tech Jobs Sign in Contact us