Lyrical Breakdown of Kept Back - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Kept Back" 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 "Kept Back" 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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[Intro: Gucci Mane & Lil Pump] Huh, It's Gucci Ooh Huh, Wop, whah Lil Pump Brr, yeah, blah, oh, blow M-M-M-Murda Murda on the beat with the murder man Ben Simmons shake 'em with the left hand Steppin' on his dope like a step dad Too turnt up, can't help that Shittin' on a hater no Ex-Lax Watch so dumb it got kept back Bitch so thick, she can't help that 'Cause she living out the jet, got jet-lag Need a real boss bitch, I can't help that And her brain so dumb we got kept back Just flew in designer to the bookbag Tell her needed something real good to look at Booty so big it got kept back Pull up in the don, let the roof back Don't tell me that you love me, baby prove that Chain keep flickin' and the gang keeps spending Got a lot of ice on my neck man Damn man, hundred bands hangin' on my backpack Wrist so cold need a ice pack Put four hundred bands in the mic stand Woke up in the morning, bought a Maybach Ooh, I'ma go do what I want to do Got your baby mama, nigga tokin' out the sunroof Damn boo, I'ma keep it real, I don't fuck with you 'Cause you got an attitude You cashed out on a Bentley Coupe (woo) I'ma go and fuck your bitch tomor-row Gucci loafers on when I walk, dough Lil Pump smash your main ho (wow) And she gon' do what I say so I'ma show you how I live life, ooh Made two mil in one night Whole body covered in ice Pourin' up fours in my Tropical Sprite Murda on the beat with the murder man Ben Simmons shake 'em with the left hand Steppin' on his dope like a step dad Too turnt up, can't help that Shittin' on a hater no Ex-Lax Watch so dumb it got kept back Bitch so thick, she can't help that 'Cause she livin' out the jet, got jet-lag Need a real boss bitch, I can't help that And her brain so dumb we got kept back Just flew in designer to the bookbag Tell her needed something real good to look at Booty so big it got kept back Pull up in the don, let the roof back Don't tell me that you love me, baby prove that Chain keep flickin' and the gang keeps spending Nigga keep missin' with the music Baby you a human jacuzzi I'ma twist a bitch like a rubix I might turn my book into a movie (Gucci) I'ma put a bitch in a movie, porno Rockstar couple, Cher, Bono Rock star my life, Muliano Pull up, ten bricks of that Nelly Furtado El Gato's down in The Hamptons My bitch with blue hair, Marge Simpson Pull up with the driver in a Phantom Pinky ring sick, it got cancer I was just sellin' dope on camera Now I got my own shoe like the Answer Might pull up throw some money on a dancer Had to tip my earrings 'cause they dancin' Murda on the beat with the murder man Ben Simmons shake 'em with the left hand Steppin' on his dope like a step dad Too turnt up, can't help that Shittin' on a hater no Ex-Lax Watch so dumb it got kept back Bitch so thick, she can't help that 'Cause she livin' out the jet, got jet-lag Need a real boss bitch, I can't help that And her brain so dumb we got kept back Just flew in designer to the bookbag Tell her needed something real good to look at Booty so big it got kept back Pull up in the don, let the roof back Don't tell me that you love me, baby prove that Chain keep flickin' and the gang keeps spending