Lyrical Breakdown of Cold Day - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Cold Day" 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 "Cold Day" 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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It's Gucci OK It's Gucci We're Going In It's a Cold Day I need somebody to lay with I already got a lot of money to play with It's a Cold Day And this old brother crazy I got all these bricks in my lil mama basement It's a Cold Day I'm a Gucci Mane, gotta get them Got me rapping to a whole 'nother rhythm It's side-tipping, fat Gucci gotta strap But I ain't finna say who did him Imma put a little change on hitting him Got Rottweiler goons, I'll sick 'em I'll split 'em, we can get another victim In a room with a Boa Constrictor I ripped your ex before I picked her My mental, my pistol My sticker is sicker My mixtape go get 'em Got badass hoes, I pick 'em Put all my change on shitting 'em Imma drive without the lights Talking like it's hype Get wheels and a new system If a nigga hating on me, kiss 'em Cause I ain't got time now to diss 'em Imma pull up to the shop Kill the parking lot But none of my fans gonna miss him Imma tell a nigga plain and simple I bust a nigga head, no pimper I shoot a bullet in the temple This a day he won't remember X2 You see, this is a train crash How long will the fame last? Who cares? Teacher came to class "Gucci" on my name-tag I'm snatching the game back You might get your chain snatched You try me, get aimed at Zone 6, you can blame that And death is the penalty There's so many men in these I'm smoking my enemies Like our sales are, visibly The GB I hunt Think I'm laundering money Cause I got twenties and fifties And I got plenty of hundreds If I lose on the gamble Then that ain't nothing to me I could stand alone Cause I'm the boss of the streets I'm a cold-blooded veteran Yeses to a freshman. Test me You might end up serving me refreshments X2