Lyrical Breakdown of Polluted - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Polluted" 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 "Polluted" 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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They say a cat got nine lives, but a young nigga got one of em' Little girl just killed herself cause little kids make fun of her My homeboy was getting money his plug used to sell a ton on him Some of the niggas used to run with me be the same niggas you run from Some of these niggas still richer than me Some of these niggas got bigger than me Some of these niggas [?] What a better position for a nigga to be Some of these niggas still down with me Some can't even come around to see Some of these niggas be doubting me When they know they should be crowning me Real street nigga, real Kingpin nigga Got two, three, four, five families So much dope in the city feel like i ain't give a nigga like a gram a piece Name a [?] that'l grind for free The apple don't fall far from the tree What's a stripper bitch to a nigga like me When a half a brick nigga will whip it up free My hood polluted, my mind polluted If I pull that pistol out my nigga i'm a shoot it My hood polluted, my mind polluted If you pull that pistol out my nigga you better use it My hood polluted, my mind polluted If I pull that pistol out my nigga i'm a shoot it My hood polluted, my mind polluted If you pull that pistol out my nigga you better use it My hood polluted, my hood confusing My young niggas ridin' round with [?] AK's, AR's and Uzi's Ain't no pick and choosing You know how we do it We pull up four deep in a highbar shoot everything that's moving Last night we got into it Pussy ass nigga shot up my Buick Broke in my house and you stole my music Now you dealing with embalming fluid Sorry to tell you you're man's not moving Chopped off his head now his forehead's moving Ten out of ten bitch your boy ain't snoozing Got a Mac 10 and I just might use it Time after time gotta show these niggas That the Gucci Mane just don't make good music Talkin' all out what point you proving Why you getting mad cause your girlfriend choosing I be constantly crossing [?]