Lyrical Breakdown of Not Ballin - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Not Ballin" 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 "Not Ballin" 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.

This lyrical analysis of "Not Ballin" not only celebrates Gucci Mane's artistic prowess but also serves as an educational tool for aspiring songwriters. If this analysis inspires you and you'd like to see your own songs analyzed in this way, join the Lazyjot community. Register at Lazyjot and start exploring the full potential of your lyrical creativity. Turn your thoughts into rhymes and your rhymes into songs with Lazyjot!

Are you hearing the streets? Are you seeing the streets? It's that 10-17 brick squad shit That hood rich shit, nigga Salute to all the hustlers out there So much money out here You gotta be a clown, if you ain't getting none, nigga! Hood nigga! () I can't lie, God I ain't been to church in weeks Call me zoo keeper, Guccie all the birds I keep I'm sendin work so cheap, never can't be deep They call me Jose and we ain't about the cliques I pick And your brother keep me screaming borrowed a lot from me You'll hang around me long enough, you'll learn a lot from me My whip this soft like this chicken raw chilling in my loft All the boys sipping from the source, but I don't have a cup Put this voice, I'mma call er back, yea I'ma double back If you try, I'mma say goodbye and leave her in my trap That gutta make that pull it by the tracks, hit em from the back Gave them a taste, tell them take a taxi, I pay the tax It's Gucci! (Hook) Hopping out the Rrari like I'm Liberace You a bitch over girl and a nigga bout that pussy Brought a 40 in the club and I shoot up the party If you leave me with the wars you are not balling You are not balling yeah, you are not balling, no! If you're out with your partner, you are not balling You are not balling, you are not balling! If you still live with your momma, you are not balling! () 10-17 brick squad, we got word! Scooter and Gucci flex too much, we remix dip this shirt Free water whip, we water whip, do tricks with that dope We wanna come in all the hood, that send it to yo dope I got the recipe to the streets, who wanna blow? I keep the frigerator, twenty bricks, jump out the flow! Calculate a homie, I make drugs after the show Three hundred thousand in my pocket, got my pants hanging low Got my head up in the drop, you know my blood stay on go! Choosing thirds, I'm on the sky, money whippin I'm on that boat I got cocaine fires 22, I let em go I'm a dope boy, I take a brick for a show! Let's go! (Hook) Hopping out the Rrari like I'm Liberace You a bitch over girl and a nigga bout that pussy Brought a 40 in the club and I shoot up the party If you leave me with the wars you are not balling You are not balling yeah, you are not balling, no! If you're out with your partner, you are not balling You are not balling, you are not balling! If you still live with your momma, you are not balling!