Lyrical Breakdown of Hurt a Nigga Feelings - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Hurt a Nigga Feelings" 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 "Hurt a Nigga Feelings" 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.
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Ha, it's Wizop
Burr
If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you
Re-rock a brick, put it in the press then it gettin' DDT'd
When I pull with them guns my nig', you know it's COD
All these diamonds draped all over me, your bitch can't even see
These exotic fabrics make her wanna suck me off for free
Back to all these pints stuffed in my house and I don't even drink
All these anti-depressants, I sell I think that I'm a shrink
Pop me one of those whatchumacalls and fucked her on the sink
Baby lickin' up back on my balls, now I can't even think
They just tryin' to keep up with the kid and ain't been out a year
Oh, you thought you was on to somethin' man you boys ain't even real
Metro why you wanna do this tape man you know that they gon' hate?
Don't compare them lil' boys to me, twenty million out the gate (wop)
Coupe a half million, hurt a nigga feelings
Watch a quarter million, hurt a nigga feelings
House ten million, hurt a nigga feelings
I'm up thirty million, hurt a nigga feelings
Coupe a half million, hurt a nigga feelings
Watch a quarter million, hurt a nigga feelings
House ten million, hurt a nigga feelings (sho 'nuff)
I'm up thirty million, hurt a nigga feelings
Found out my friends weren't really my friends
Not there through thick and thin
Out the pen, ain't been home two minutes
I jumped in a Benz
See the world through my darkly tinted vintage Gucci lens
Me and mines were like Bonnie and Clyde and we ain't even try pretend
Niggas hurt 'cause they seen that 'Vert drop top, half a M
Steppin' out like a Fiji water, sparklin' with gems (burr)
These are Gucci boots, they cost two stacks man, these are not no Timbs
I'm so hood, no matter how much I'm still gon' get some rims
Baby lucky if she leave with me 'cause I don't even care
Guc' Atlantic just mailed me ten mills and I'm not even near
If you listenin' to just what I said you might be more aware
More concerned 'bout the cash you earn and not the clothes you wear
Wop!
Coupe a half million, hurt a nigga feelings
Watch a quarter million, hurt a nigga feelings
House ten million, hurt a nigga feelings
I'm up thirty million, hurt a nigga feelings
Coupe a half million, hurt a nigga feelings
Watch a quarter million, hurt a nigga feelings
House ten million, hurt a nigga feelings (it's Gucci)
I'm up thirty million, hurt a nigga feelings
If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you