Lyrical Breakdown of On Top of the World - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "On Top of the World" 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 Top of the World" 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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I got my motor running, amp poppin, trunk jumpin, feet boppin
Smoking something, feeling good, feeling like I'm on top of the world
She got her Gucci sandals, Gucci shades, Gucci bag, Gucci shades
Said she like that Gucci Mane so I'm laying on top of your girl
A black and grey Spider, it's no tarantula
Ferrari F130 bruh, we make bitches scared of us
Scared of us, scared of us, ain't no competitors
Predators, predators, all of us are predators
The sex for heterosexual, Gucci Mane I'm blessed bruh
I don't give a damn that girl cannot fit in my schedule
Etcetera, etcetera, yeah I got et cetera
Whole lotta lettuce bruh, whole lotta cabbage bruh
Yams I got yams, give a damn I got grams
I've been running up them bands since I was a young mane
Call me Gucci Mane La Flare, call me Gucci VVSing
All these diamonds on my fingers call me Gucci Liberace
I got my motor running, amp poppin, trunk jumpin, feet boppin
Smoking something, feeling good, feeling like I'm on top of the world
She got her Gucci sandals, Gucci shades, Gucci bag, Gucci shades
Said she like that Gucci Mane so I'm laying on top of your girl
Higher than a motherfucking airplane
I just bought an airplane, came back from London
A jet man, now I got jet lag
A jet man, now I got jet lag
Gucci carry on bag, Gucci carry on
Gucci catalog, and I'm putting on strong
Got my Gucci bucket, Gucci wallet, Gucci hat and Gucci belt
Gucci Mane La Flare, I can design this shit myself
Red boy, lead boy and I'm dripping red
Cocking pistols back, every time I'm hopping out my bed
Red boy, lead boy and I'm dripping red
Cocking pistols back, every time I'm hopping out my bed
I got my motor running, amp poppin, trunk jumpin, feet boppin
Smoking something, feeling good, feeling like I'm on top of the world
She got her Gucci sandals, Gucci shades, Gucci bag, Gucci shades
Said she like that Gucci Mane so I'm laying on top of your girl