Lyrical Breakdown of Came From Scratch - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Came From Scratch" 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 "Came From Scratch" 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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Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Woo, uh, I made a million off scratch (Scratch)
Then put this drip in the bag (Drip)
Came for the modelin' bitches, no gnats (No gnats)
The lean by the bottle, no tax (Drank)
12 think the coupe was hijacked (Hijack)
Back in the day, I was into that (Into that)
Now the bags come in by the max
Ayy, ayy, came from scratch
Ayy, ayy, came from scratch
Ayy, ayy, raise your racks
Ayy, ayy, raise your racks
Ayy, ayy, came from scratch
Ayy, ayy, came from scratch
Ayy, ayy, raise your racks
Ayy, ayy, raise your racks, ayy
Nah, I'm not into pitty pat (Nah)
Nah, I'm not into internet (Nah)
Get it, young nigga, go scratch that (Scratch that)
Comin' up on the North, he won't last, yeah (Nah)
My wrist baguetty blasted (Blasted)
My bitch fleek with the lashes (Fleek)
My gang, they put you in caskets (Gang)
We kill 'em with whips and fashion (Whip)
McLaren, the Benz, the Lambo I'm smashin'
Pullin' out of the mansion (Skrrt)
In the Maybach, relaxin' ('Laxin')
But the Demon, the 'Cat are the fastest (Nyoom)
You think that it's a fantasy (Woo),
the way that my salary cappin' (Cappin')
Me and Guwop, we be laughin' (Haha),
they wanna be partners again, they relapsin'
Man, I seen it from a mile away, they tryna get some clout (Clout)
I know what you about ('Bout), I know without a doubt (Doubt)
I dropped the top, I know it's one, no need to cut it out (Huh?)
The money what it's 'bout ('Bout)
My bitch bag cost a house (Guwop)
I shine too hard, offend folks without even openin' my mouth (Huh?)
I needed folks, they left me dead, they kicked me, I was down (Damn)
Picked myself up off the ground,
the blue cheese bailed me out (Honest)
My bank roll is on gout right now,
so sick, can't leave the house (Egh)
Some leeches tried to ride my wave, but all of them wiped out (Wiped)
My house so big I got lost, couldn't even find my way around (Where?)
Some haters played some games with
me, but now they in the ground (Ground)
Dirty money, Gucci Mane, no hundreds in the ground (Guwop)
Ayy, ayy, came from scratch
Ayy, ayy, came from scratch
Ayy, ayy, raise your racks
Ayy, ayy, raise your racks
Ayy, ayy, came from scratch
Ayy, ayy, came from scratch
Ayy, ayy, raise your racks
Ayy, ayy, raise your racks
Ayy, ayy