Lyrical Breakdown of On the Run - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "On the Run" 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 "On the Run" 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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If a nigga got a 44, hangin' out the window
Lettin' the fucker go, I
Suggest you motherfucking run, run
See my plug send a kilos
Gangster kush and indo
Bounty Hunters kickin' doors, 'cause they
Know I'm on the run, on the run
Went on for the plug
He will showing all the bricks
Front door back door I'm
Jumping over the fence
With 50 thousand grams nigga
That's 50 free brick
Black amigo scooter known for
Taking niggas shit
Them young nigga hit's your corner
In that black van
Swanging dough Waka Flocka and
Let them guns blow
Bounty Hunter looking for me I
Don't give a damn
They kick my mama door found
The hundred and fifty bands
Ever since they gave me most
Wanted for the gram
Real dope boy I been Hustle up the grand
Every day I'm flossing my
Jewelry match my swag
Two different spots don't put the
Bricks with the swag
If a nigga got a 44, hangin' out the window
Lettin' the fucker go, I
Suggest you motherfucking run, run
See my plug send a kilos
Gangster kush and indo
Bounty Hunters kickin' doors, 'cause they
Know I'm on the run, on the run
I got black pistols hanging
Out the black coupe jump about that bitch
Gucci everything with the matching boots
Selling dope since high school why
I never went to classroom
Don't say nothing to me bitch shut the
Fuck up unless I ask you
Money on my mind and your
Bitch swanging on my nuts
On the block hanging Getting in up
In the streets I'm flaming bro
You know what up
Hey look these diamonds clear as water
Dude check out how they sparkle
I gave these niggas the blueprint but
I ain't no Sean Carter
Every car I own up under the
Hood it got a monster
The city flooded with kush and they
Say that I'm the sponsor
If you see that hung around
Hanging out the window
I don't mean no harm but I
Suggest that you keep go
If a nigga got a 44, hangin' out the window
Lettin' the fucker go, I
Suggest you motherfucking run, run
See my plug send a kilos
Gangster kush and indo
Bount Hunters kickin' doors, 'cause they
Know I'm on the run, on the run