Lyrical Breakdown of I'm Up (feat. 2 Chainz) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "I'm Up (feat. 2 Chainz)" 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 "I'm Up (feat. 2 Chainz)" 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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1(Gucci Mnae)
I pull up to club valet park my coupe/I'm lookin on
the ground kuz I lost my damn roof
I can sit real high but I'm squatin real low/In a 07'
lambo same color smoke
Yo girl in my ride, can ya drive a stick?/10 grand in
my pocket like I sold a half a brick
Red monkeys on my ass, gucci's on my face, pradas
on my feet, on my wrist i got that Jac
Don't ya like my chain don't ya like my grill/Aint
I fresh aint I fly baby girl just keep it real
Wit my paint like snot wit them green booger guts/I
blow my nose wit hunneds I don' give a flyin fuck
Walked through the club showed love to the DJ/left went
home and made it rain on the freeway
Gucci mane la flare AKA zone 6 shawty/hunned pack
of pills turned the club into a block party
I'm a roll me a blunt, Pour me a cup, Pull up
to the club lift both doors up, Gucci so iced up, Gucci so iced up
I'm a roll me a blunt, Pour me a cup, Pull up
to the club lift both doors up, Suga Suga so iced up,
Suga Suga so iced up
2(Suga Suga)
Everythings new fresh out of the wraper/pull
fresh out off of the lot wit them thangs in a wraper.hold on
Push button doors go up at the same time/
Kush burnin now i'm flushin know its game time
I'm ridin down campbellton wit both doors up/
perssae in the changer wit the dro rolled up
spent 10 thousand in a day thats off a blunt in a
row/200 thousand in a safe I bout to stunt on a hoe
She like don't leave me, bitch you better get you a passport
Believe me hoe we carry straps like the task force
Its easy practice like you takin a crash course/
you down to yo final hour you makin yo last choice
I pull up to the club smokin on a kush pack/I walk
off in the front and get the whole line pushed back
Give ya boy a chance get yo whole life fucked up
/Do it wit no hands now i'm so fuckin iced up
I'm a roll me a blunt, Pour me a cup, Pull up
to the club lift both doors up, Gucci so iced up, Gucci so iced up
I'm a roll me a blunt, Pour me a cup, Pull up to the
club lift both doors up, Suga Suga so iced up, Suga Suga so iced up