Lyrical Breakdown of Need (feat. Young Thug) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Need (feat. Young Thug)" 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 "Need (feat. Young Thug)" 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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We turnt up, we turnt up
I used to smack this ho, her name was Skittles
Her ass was so fat, it used to jiggle
She took one too many skittles, now she limps
And I ain't fucking wit' her no mo' cause she UGH
Even back then my diamonds were so BRR
Fast forward, they still clear and I'm still here
Three O-Z's(ounces) of musty weed, muscatel
I cook the dope good, call me Chef Boy-ar-dee
Remember back then, they asked me "What you do?
Do you got a job? do you go to school?" (nope)
I know some kingpins, I know some robbers too (I know a few)
The kingpin will rob you man this shit a foo'
Red bottom shoes, give they ass the blues
Columbian co-Mexican connection
Got a Russian rifle, shoot you while ya' shittin'
Christian Louboutins on, they piranha skin
Guwop
My bitch said she 'bout to leave
She said that I don't cater to her needs
I got more cars than I need (I got cars)
I got more broads than I need (I got hoes too)
I'm in the trap screaming "NIGGA WHAT YOU NEED?"
Bought a Rolex that I don't really need
Big smoke with me, the whole pound of weed
Big drink with me, the whole pint of lean
Ever since I signed with Gucci
I been back and forth to the hospital
I drink that Actavis, your Sprite look like it got Starburst or Skittles
Two iPhone 5, pussy nigga, stuff a pill with the killers
If you've me mad, I'ma come and babysit your little sisters
I got that Act- that Act- that Act- that pour it up then I sip
I cook that work on Christmas for you, I'm a Pillsbury deal
I mix my lean with my Sprite, that's a Pillsbury bill
I whip it (Cocaine)
I shift it (Cocaine)
I get it
Them digits
Let's get it
I got cutie foreign bitches gettin' it
They whip it
I shove my ass inside of them Bentley's
I ride it
I don't make lefts, I only turn on rights
I'm back in the Spyder like yikes, my neck full of Christ
We gon' boom, boom, boom
Ain't no spots or rooms
I drop them bands on that Doom
And I'm Boosie on Zoom
My nick name, "Cocaine Boom"
I'm cookin' them coons
I don't care none 'bout goin' to prison
My children got rooms