Lyrical Breakdown of Long Time - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Long Time" 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 "Long Time" 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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I was broke down on my knee Took me a long time to get it 80 Ps, straight gas I done graduated from midget Skurrtt Skurrtt Skurrtt, pull up. Throwin' money out my ceiling Young Rich Nigga, fuck it. Yeah, this the life I'm livin' Organize the spot All the babies to the right All the midgets to the left Keep ya hands to yourself I'm a buss it all down I don't need no fuckin' help Bails of gas to the steps Get the cola off the shelf I catch ya slippin' I pity the fool I take ya money, I spend it on jewels Wipe him up, he [?] I'm not gay but I spend it on dudes And we gone go bleamin We killin' this evenin You throw me the pack, and you know I'm receivin' A whole lotta gangsta bitches and they bleedin' We teach em to sniff and they find and they keep it Man petro everlastin' It's my passion Tryin to take it, bitch I'm titan, you know we clashin' Shanell down, [?], she know I'm splashin' Came a long way from them corners, servin that ash I know that my life is so great, You hungry, you know that we already ate, I do what I want and you gotta work late, I fuck em I don't take em out on a date, You love her and cuff her and take her to skate, I make her go cook, she sniffin' the plate, I came from the bottom, and now I got gwuap, My nigga they know that you is a cheapskate, Put it on my mama, I got commas, Niggas hit ya, with that Llama, Keep runnin' with that sack, I just took his hunnas, Pull up in that audi, flexin' in the summer, I got 50 bricks, on the plane, comin' from Tijuana, Christian, Louie Vutton, $550 a piece that cost a lot, My niggas sellin' lan kush, know my niggas keep chris rock, All ya'll niggas lookin' like balloons, my bullets they gone pop, Black maybach, Black tints, Quavo feelin' like Barack, I was broke down on my knee, Took me a long time to get it, 80 peas, straight gas, I done graduated from midgets, Skurrtt Skurrtt Skurrtt, pull up throwin money out my ceiling, Young Rich Nigga, fuck it, yeah, different life I'm livin', I was broke down on my knees, Took me a long long time, Wouldn't nobody give me shit, I had to grind grind grind, Remember them days, I had to finesse for checks, And buss on you flats, I came at yo neck with the tec, My niggas is vicious, they hungry for benjy, Pull up at the trap, I boarded my windows, Rich nigga fuck them, I'm a young rich nigga still, Standin' on stage, blowin' propane, Fuck a Styrofoam, I'm a drink it out the sim, Run up on takeoff, make a nigga takeoff, That was A1, I ain't talkin' bout steak sauce, Me and thug throwed, and we need two cups, If my cup ain't double, it's gone be some trouble, Came a long way, had to get it out the muscle, Now all my cars are muscles, Young nigga gotta get a hustle, Gotta use a word play like ruzzle, If you want that cake, but you ain't got that cake, Gotta get out there and make somethin' shake, Got the 45 put it to a nigga face, rich nigga eatin' steak on hermes plates, NO! I ain't never goin' broke, Early in the morning on the stove, Wrist spinnin' like a hurricane, Ice chain came from Johnny Dang, Real heavy on my neck I need a cane, All white bitch cocaine, I'm whippin' that birdy, with none of that whitney That Brittney come with a free chicken, I live it, I was broke down on my knee, Took me a long time to get it, 80 peas, straight gas, I done graduated from midgets, Skurrtt Skurrtt Skurrtt, pull up throwin money out my ceiling, Young Rich Nigga, fuck it, yeah, different life I'm livin'