Lyrical Breakdown of In Common - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "In Common" 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 "In Common" 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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She say she only fuck with bitches, well, we got somethin' in common
She work out and mind her business, well, we got somethin' in common (huh)
Say she don't take shit from niggas, well, we got somethin' in common (it's Gucci)
She love money, she addicted, girl, we got somethin' in common (Wop)
Spend that shit like it's my birthday every day of the month (yeah)
Valet the coupe on Ocean Drive, hop out iced out when I stunt (huh)
Ain't got to front, my motor in the back, trunk in the front (it's Gucci)
Hard as a bitch, bad lil' shit with me with junk in the trunk (Wop)
It's M.O.B. for life, I used to be the one in the back (huh)
Them niggas popped out with some verses and I came harder than that (harder than that)
I'm servin' glass straight out the T-top, I go hard in the trap (yeah)
Ran up a ticket in some Reeboks, nigga, pardon, my bad (pardon, my bad)
Godfather nigga, still smoke a blunt in the wrap (ah)
Bet anybody tell you Gucci put the 6 on the map (on God)
I made a million off a rap before you niggas could rap
My gramps was jumpin' back to back before this cap-ass app
Red Phantom, bird flu, I'm fuckin' hos by the two
I'm East Atlanta Santa, nigga, who the fuck is a you?
Pulled out the lot and left the top, like what the fuck is a roof? (On God)
Hop on the E-way, do a three-way with your bitch and your boo (yeah, huh)
She say she only fuck with bitches, well, we got somethin' in common
She work out and mind her business, well, we got somethin' in common (huh)
Say she don't take shit from niggas, well, we got somethin' in common (it's Gucci)
She love money, she addicted, girl, we got somethin' in common (Wop)
Spend that shit like it's my birthday every day of the month (yeah)
Valet the coupe on Ocean Drive, hop out iced out when I stunt (huh)
Ain't got to front, my motor in the back, trunk in the front (it's Gucci)
Hard as a bitch, bad lil' shit with me with junk in the trunk (Wop)
She ridin' foreign and ridin' foreign, shawty just like me (well, damn)
She say she only fuck with bitches, so she just like me (like me)
She out the way but 'bout her business, so she somethin' like me (huh?)
Say she don't fuck with broke niggas 'cause them boys too cheap (wow)