Lyrical Breakdown of Picture Perfect (feat. Chill Will) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Picture Perfect (feat. Chill Will)" 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 "Picture Perfect (feat. Chill Will)" 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 you ain't get no money, nigga, what's yo purpose?
Don't need no clowns in my circle, this is not a circus
I keep on doin' what I'm doin', what I'm doin' workin'
They say the watch on my wrist is picture perfect
They say the way I hold the pot is picture perfect
I looped the lot and dropped the
towels cause towels, they make me nervous
I got the game, all I got, my life and my verses
And all that sneaky bitch shit, it came to the surface
Just to wake up it's a blessed day
But I'm boomin' cage like everyday
Gonna muscle down I put my hustle down
I gone makin' money like several ways
Got a traphouse in the neighborhood
Get my grass cut by seven J's
Flashback, yell Lamborghini
I pulled up to the bigger A
Got a book man, I'm the coupe man
Get the S-scrolls, I'm Escrope [?]
I pulled up in that Rolls Royce
All the pussy niggas had nothin' to say
Cockroaches in the industry
I think it's time for me to [?]
Asenzi [?] committed when I get through those pretty J's
Might buy a pain, I might crack a seal
Then pour for my ace of spades
Might buy a pound and then break it down
Then smoke a pound in the VIP
I get money,
you ain't gettin' money, is that the reason you mad at me?
I fit the bags of that Cali gas
And it's iO3 if you find the seed
If you ain't get no money, nigga, what's yo purpose?
Don't need no clowns in my circle, this is not a circus
I keep on doin' what I'm doin', what I'm doin' workin'
They say the watch on my wrist is picture perfect
They say the way I hold the pot is picture perfect
I looped the lot and dropped the
towels cause towels, they make me nervous
I got the game, all I got, my life and my verses
And all that sneaky bitch shit, it came to the surface
I hope she get so wet I get a backstroke
And fuck a nigga, what you think these scraps for?
Yeah, I be ballin', and I ain't talkin' ball back
Big money, start talkin' lil money fall back
Show me where them brawls at, show me where the mall at
Chill with the shit, bitch, show me where the staul at
Look at all this work, I don't think that I can move it all
Look at all this dope, I don't think that I can sell it all
Yeah, I'm tellin' ya, big cookin' work in the kitchen, I'm smellin' ya
Shout out to the east cause I be there on the regular
Yeah, we call em squares but their shapes are rectangular
If you ain't get no money, nigga, what's yo purpose?
Don't need no clowns in my circle, this is not a circus
I keep on doin' what I'm doin', what I'm doin' workin'
They say the watch on my wrist is picture perfect
They say the way I hold the pot is picture perfect
I looped the lot and dropped the
towels cause towels, they make me nervous
I got the game, all I got, my life and my verses
And all that sneaky bitch shit, it came to the surface