Lyrical Breakdown of No Problems - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "No Problems" 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 "No Problems" 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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Shooter holding my pistol as I
Switch lanes in that Audi
Tennis shoes my choices ain't shit
Changed but my bottom
Ain't shit lame 'bout my partners
Your bitch came to my house to
Get fucked by my roster
My team homie, Peewee put me on it, yeah
These niggas don't want no problems, yeah
I can see it in their eyes
The feeling's in my heart
Got me thinkin' through my mind
And I can't hide the feeling inside
I don't know how I feel like this
But shit just got real like this
Rich Homie, this feeling, man it on vibe
And can't no suckers get in my ride
So I slowly let them Forgis glide
Now let that marinate while your
Bitch get in my ride
She can't believe her eyes
The ghost came suicide
I'm trapping in Guisseppe, gotta make a play
Bae let's ride
In traffic with goons behind me
My dawgs gon' spray them chromes
And if you got a problem
My god I'm 'fraid I'm drunk
Rich Homie where they do
It's your boy Longway
I count a lot of cash, my homies hold AKs
And if you try to pass
Make sure you saying grace
My homies at your ass, aiming at your face
I say my shooter holding my pistol as
I switch lanes in that Audi
Tennis shoes my choices ain't shit
Changed but my bottom
Ain't shit lame bout my partners
Your bitch came to my house to
Get fucked by my roster
My team homie, Peewee put me on it, yeah
These niggas don't want no problems, yeah
I can see it in their eyes
The feeling's in my heart
Got me thinkin' through my mind
And I can't hide the feeling inside
I don't know how I feel like this
But shit just got real like this
Yeah I don't put sixes on her
She should put fours on
I told her wear it just so I
Could fuck her with her clothes on
50 bitches hit my line in
Jail on my cellphone
Niggas say he got the sticky icky purp velcro
Say he got a truck load
Tell me what I don't know
Niggas that I run with will rob Wells Fargo
Got a clip and a gun in
Every pocket of my cargo
Half a million dollar worth of
Bales in my condo
Frisco, oreo, nigga not Nabisco
I'm in molly world
I done hurled on my girl and my shell toes
Snuck up in the club with a pint and a elbow
I say my shooter holding my pistol as
I switch lanes in that Audi
Tennis shoes my choices ain't shit
Changed but my bottom
Ain't shit lame bout my partners
Your bitch came to my house to
Get fucked by my roster
My team homie, Peewee put me on it, yeah
These niggas don't want no problems, yeah
I can see it in their eyes
The feelings through my mind
And I can't hide the feeling inside
I don't know how I feel like this
But shit just got real like this