Lyrical Breakdown of Don't Deserve It - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Don't Deserve It" 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 "Don't Deserve It" 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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Rich niggas is back It's the little Rochy right here I know yall love it when we get together Let's get em Gucci () I'm walkin with my strap, I give a fuck a nigga searchin Don't keep it in the car, I got that pistol on person You pissed Flocka Flame – you dissed the fuckin wrong person Run up on Gucci Mane – you be another dead person I toss em in the river – now the whole city searchin The AK hit his ass and now that nigga need a surgeon Try me in this club then I'm gon shut it down early Scene was so sick that the police start hurling (Interlude) Undisputed Dynamic Duo in the building Stand up for this shit man We raised yall niggas DJ Holiday, Gucci Mane Trap Back 2 niggas () I'm walkin with my strap, I give a fuck a nigga searchin Don't keep it in the car, I got that pistol on person You pissed Flocka Flame – you dissed the fuckin wrong person Run up on Gucci Mane – you be another dead person I toss em in the river – now the whole city searchin The AK hit his ass and now that nigga need a surgeon Try me in this club then I'm gon shut it down early Scene was so sick that the police start hurling East Atlanta zone 6 niggas so thirsty The sharp with your 2's, damn rob your ass thirsty One years old and he already start cursin 12 years old and he already start servin () If you ain't getting money then I think you don't deserve it You reach for my chain you be another dead person Big Guwap, why they call me Mr. Perfect Then look me in my eyes when you see me cuz you're nervous I murk your homeboy and I smoked a pound of purple You're talkin to the cops, pussy nigga I know you're worthless Hard top Rolls, smoking kush behind the curtains The word just came in, wutchu wanna purchase? () Fuck it cuz the young nigga turfin If you ain't getting no money then these bitches feel you're worthless Oh you a live-wire? Then I'mma make you short-circuit These clown ass niggas need to go work in the circus Million dollar nigga but I still eat Church's You try me in these Church's then my boy then start burstin When he died and this Boosy mama feel he didn't deserved it Box cutter in my pocket, I carve yo ass up like a turkey Put that on my squad, I ain't gon let no nigga hurt me My gun do all my talkin and I know you niggas heard me Old school vet like I'm fuckin James Wordish But I'm shootin from the corner like I'm fuckin Bobby Hurley () If you ain't getting money then I think you don't deserve it You reach for my chain you be another dead person Big Guwap, why they call me Mr. Perfect Then look me in my eyes when you see me cuz you're nervous I murk your homeboy and I smoked a pound of purple You're talkin to the cops, pussy nigga I know you're worthless Hard top Rolls, smoking kush behind the curtains The word just came in, wutchu wanna purchase? (Wooh Da Kid) Money makin me, no it's money makin Wooh Da My youngin 13 like a 3rd world shooter In a couple years he'll be taking over blocks AK47, got him takin over spots The only thing I see in the mirror is me Before you catch me slippin it's gon be a first degree Word around town you a motherfuckin hater We fucked the same bitch, the only difference is you paid er If you ain't getting money you a motherfuckin joke Reachin for my strap if a nigga going broke Screamin adios, left from bacon from the toast One minute here, next minute you a ghost (adios) () If you ain't getting money then I think you don't deserve it You reach for my chain you be another dead person Big Guwap, why they call me Mr. Perfect Then look me in my eyes when you see me cuz you're nervous I murk your homeboy and I smoked a pound of purple You're talkin to the cops, pussy nigga I know you're worthless Hard top Rolls, smoking kush behind the curtains The word just came in, wutchu wanna purchase? Gucci!