Lyrical Breakdown of Live at the Red Carpet - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Live at the Red Carpet" 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 "Live at the Red Carpet" 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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(30, you a motherfuckin' fool, nigga)
Wop
My fault, white chalk on the sidewalk and it's my fault (and it's my)
Yeah, on the side, on the side walk
I had to laugh to keep me from crying (Wop)
Ha-ha
Looking like a four-eyed nerd with these Cartier frames (nerd)
Fuck a bowtie, I'm rocking diamond chains (burr)
Titties perking, ass poking out
Got my dick so hard, see the vein coming out (damn)
Probably won't get no star on the sidewalk (huh?)
White chalk on the sidewalk and it's my fault
Gucci keep going up, posting all his whereabouts
In these foreign lands, shaking hands, he don't care about
I don't give a damn 'bout nothing but the pay amount
I ain't never going broke, all I really care about
Money coming in and out, trapping like it's In-N-Out
Money every minute, nigga, I look like a millionaire
Big player, sitting at the end of the boss chair
Sewing loose ends, get you caught up in the crossfire
Looking back, I was in the pen behind barbed wire
And I ain't tried to blend, I'm a stand up tall guy
Testing, testing, Gucci flexing, let me see if this mic working (mic)
Always make a good impression, live at the Grammy's, let me tuck my shirt in
Snuck the work in the Birk' like a vet do
You can't gas me, bitch, 'cause I'm selling jet fuel
Real life freaky girl live in the bedroom (freaky)
Snuck off and hit my bitch in the red room (shh)
I remember you from school, nigga, you a hoe guy
I don't think nobody got the balls that I got (no)
Shotgun hunter, had his whole clique hog tied
Gucci Mane shotter, I'ma start a bonfire
Strapped with the FN, I don't need a fall guy
Standing in the kitchen flipping chickens just like Five Guys
.223'll shitbag, blow out your whole teste
I just made a new investment, Ice Wayne Gretzky
Testing, testing, Longway flexing
I just make the GT go skrrt like the Jetson's
S and L, top floor, fucking two besties (bitch)
Took a hundred pound and went and baguettied the necklace (ice)
Paramount diamonds, just exquisite suggestion
Remy bust down, you can tell by the setting
It's a high limit room, I see you bettin' by the petty
Go out like a hot boy, Long gon' pop it when we ready
I get your bitch and trap her, make her suck it like spaghetti
The brick came with the stamp on it, we cook it 'til it's ready
I'm hittin' her from the back, she say I'm fuckin' up her edges
Live at the Grammy's, Longway sippin' on Texas (Longway, bitch)
Testing, testing, Gucci flexing, let me see if this mic working (mic)
Always make a good impression, live at the Grammy's, let me tuck my shirt in
Snuck the work in the Birk' like a vet do
You can't gas me, bitch, 'cause I'm selling jet fuel
Real life freaky girl live in the bedroom (freaky)
Snuck off and hit my bitch in the red room (shh)
I remember you from school, nigga, you a hoe guy
I don't think nobody got the balls that I got (no)
Shotgun hunter, had his whole clique hog tied
Gucci Mane shotter, I'ma start a bonfire