Lyrical Breakdown of Play With Your Children - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Play With Your Children" 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 "Play With Your Children" 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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Yeah I fell off for a minute but I'm right back balling I'm a big ass nigga but got this little sharp on it I got my wine with me nigga but I ain't from New Orleans You know them young niggas will kill you for them brand new Jordans I fucked the gamblers house up, I want to buy one, bought it Little bad bitch went and bought me that brand new Audi They call me thigh pad shawty, got the real high prices Keep a pocket rocket, make your ass come out of the closet I got the squares in, niggas smelling like nail polish My stack seven feet tall like Rasheed Wallace These niggas say that they some killers but they act like hoes I got a heart so I'm kill you and send your grandma roses You better play with your children, you better play with your children Cause you ain't got to tell me, I can see you're in your feelings Hell naw, I'm not a psychic, but I predict a killing In such a short time, I made myself some millions You better play with your children, you better play with your children Cause you ain't got to tell me, I can see you're in your feelings Hell naw, I'm not a psychic, but I predict a killing In such a short time, I made myself some millions Just a short time I made about a million Not off no rap check but trapping in them buildings From all this lean I sip I done spent about a million And I don't beef with kids nigga, go play with your children Working with the work man, just like a gym do Niggas try to rob me, thank god I had my pistol Some thot calling me, she talking bout her rent due Better go find your boyfriend, 'cause all I do is fuck you Nigga playing with me, knowing I'm a loose screw Don't make me pull up with the youngins, boy them boys is KuKu Hop out the cut, on foenem, I will shoot you Just bought a brand new chopper, them bullets gon' kiss you Funeral next Friday your mama gon' miss you But that's how it get when you're fucking with a boss dude Ain't no pretending, you don't want to cop a Hyundai I'mma tell you once boy you better play with your children You might also like Wouldn't Believe Gucci Mane Goin Gucci Mane Black Beatles Rae Sremmurd You better play with your children, you better play with your children Cause you ain't got to tell me, I can see you're in your feelings Hell naw, I'm not a psychic, but I predict a killing In such a short time, I made myself some millions You better play with your children, you better play with your children Cause you ain't got to tell me, I can see you're in your feelings Hell naw, I'm not a psychic, but I predict a killing In such a short time, I made myself some millions