Lyrical Breakdown of Neva Trust A Soul - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Neva Trust A Soul" 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 "Neva Trust A Soul" 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.
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Ho
It's the mob, nigga (SpiffoMadeIt, bitch)
I remember when my mama told me, "Never trust a soul"
I was bold, trustin' them fuck niggas made my heart so cold
I was slimin' niggas out, they called me
Mr. Wipe-his-nose (slime, slime, wipe)
I wasn't tryna tell no folk, bitch
I was out there kickin' doors (no, ooh)
I know God say you shouldn't kill
Hope that don't keep me out of Heaven's gates
High-speed chase, I got away
I ducked the jakes and split his face (ay, Enchanting)
I'm sendin' shots at all my opps (baow)
Bitch, come on, pull up, get popped
Can't keep countin' the bodies that I drop
Stolen car, new tag get swapped (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Been havin' motion, lil' bitch, come shop
Try to run off, I read he got shot
Count up a ten while she givin' me top
Only put my trust in my Glock
She ain't no ho, come on, what's next?
Spent thirty on Cubans to water my neck (yeah)
I want baguettes, Don't get no sex
Just want the head, I don't need no stress (no)
He got them racks to come get stretched
Got a thing for your ho, I must confess
Streets talk, so I don't need no press
Don't check, ain't no need for no vest
I remember when my mama told me, "Never trust a soul"
I was bold, trustin' them fuck niggas made my heart so cold
I was slimin' niggas out, they called me
Mr. Wipe-his-nose (slime, slime, wipe)
I wasn't tryna tell no folk, bitch
I was out there kickin' doors (no, ooh)
I know God say you shouldn't kill
Hope that don't keep me out of Heaven's gates
High-speed chase, I got away
I ducked the jakes and split his face
Yeah, I been thuggin' since a lil' nigga
Yeah, bustin' sticks and nines
Every crime, bitch, I bet I did it, never dropped a dime
I ain't slime, but I'm slidin' (slidin'), I'll cross him if he sweet
Off his feet, he a duck nigga, you know I had to sweep
Try me, bitch, this water deep, bullets diggin' like some cleats
Diamonds dancin' on my teeth
The mayor, boy, they call me chief
Put my trust off in a fuck nigga, he crossed me
I'll kill a nigga, yeah, before my family
I remember when my mama told me, "Never trust a soul"
I was bold, trustin' them fuck niggas made my heart so cold
I was slimin' niggas out, they called me
Mr. Wipe-his-nose (slime, slime, wipe)
I wasn't tryna tell no folk, bitch
I was out there kickin' doors (no, ooh)
I know God say you shouldn't kill
Hope that don't keep me out of Heaven's gates
High-speed chase, I got away
I ducked the jakes and split his face