Lyrical Breakdown of Lost Y'all Mind (feat. Quavo) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Lost Y'all Mind (feat. Quavo)" 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 "Lost Y'all Mind (feat. Quavo)" 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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Wop Hol' up, Spiffy on this motherfucker Qua', burr Ice caucasian, but I'm black as hell (Ice, black) My bitch bright skin, but she black as well (Black) Plus, all my whips like a color book Sellin' dope ain't gettin' old, we got cola to cook They say I got a man bag, but I got hunnids to tote (Hunnids) If you took no mind, you would never be broke (Never) Put the brick in the yoke, burglar bar on the door I pay the neighbor next do' so she don't tell what she know All paper for parole, quarter mil' for a show (Fuck 'em) Used to buy a half a ki', I turn that shit to a whole (Flip it) 2012, did more drugs than I sold (Whoa now) My dope like a Chia Pet, ya water it, it grows (Ch-Ch-Ch-Chia) I bring the income with the long arm with yay on the stove (Yuh) My buddy neck filled with V's, they think he sellin' his soul (Huh) Don't know we trappin' in the snow, pray don't fuck up the flow This that cocaine flow, turn your man to a Jane Doe (Go) Woo, hey I done re'd-up a million times (Woo, re-up) Nigga, y'all done lost your mind (What the fuck? Woo) Money coming in on time (Woo, cash, racks, racks) Nigga, y'all done lost your mind (Hey) We trappin' at an all time high (Time high) Fall fashion, but we wintertime fly (Time fly) We eatin' good, it's dinner time now (Time now) No amateurs, beginner time now (Time now) My AP like AP in its prime (In its prime) Bustin' through the motherfuckin' hole (Fuckin' hole) Went platinum 'fore I ever went gold (Went gold) Dope jumpin' out the motherfuckin' bowl (Burr) Don't bother me, I'm doin' what I do best (Fuck 'em) Nike shoe box, hunnids where the shoes at (Shoes at) And they blue, but I never been a cowboy (Huh?) I'm not from Cali, but they runnin' In N' Out boy (Out boy) I'm from the Peach State, the birds fly south, boy (Yuh) Oh, that's your son? To them, he just another white boy (Huh?) You had a bright plan, I give you "Nice try," boy (Try boy) But now you tied up, no one can hear your cry boy (Go) Woo, hey I done re'd-up a million times (Woo, re-up) Nigga, y'all done lost your mind (What the fuck? Woo) Money coming in on time (Woo, cash, racks, racks) Nigga, y'all done lost your mind (Hey)