Lyrical Breakdown of Real - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Real" 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 "Real" 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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(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
(Go Grizz)
From the north to the south, from the hard to the soft
From the tails to the law, I'm a real deal boss
From a crumb to a brick, from a zip to a split
From a bird to the bricks, I'm the real deal shit
From the north to the south, from the hard to the soft
From the tails to the law, I'm a real deal boss (it's Gucci)
From a crumb to a brick, from a zip to a split
From a bird to the bricks, I'm the real deal shit
Cutlass with the buttless, 'Rari 2026
20 years later, nigga, still in the mix
I don't owe a nigga nothing, but I'm stepping in the Ricks
And I don't fuck with Joe Budden 'cause he be on a nigga dick
Jacob watch, one million dollars, that's what's on my wrist (it's Gucci)
How I dropped the whole label, but he still rich?
I don't want no bougie ho, I need a hood bitch
And I don't want that old, I need that young, raw shit
And better nobody, nobody fuck with my bricks (huh?)
Million-dollar nigga, still fucking thot shit
Jackers got my trail, pushing like a mosh pit
And shawty want some love, but I just want that ostrich
From the north to the south, from the hard to the soft
From the tails to the law, I'm a real deal boss
From a crumb to a brick, from a zip to a split
From a bird to the bricks, I'm the real deal shit
From the north to the south, from the hard to the soft
From the tails to the law, I'm a real deal boss
From a crumb to a brick, from a zip to a split
From a bird to the bricks, I'm the real deal shit
I'm laughing at you suckas, y'all got funny money, buster
I gave that bitch a hint to leave, but I didn't wanna rush her
Choppas straight from Russia, country boy, came from Augusta
Pack cleared customs, now everything custard
I don't care about none of these niggas, I don't discuss them
Used to be a good girl, now that bitch disgusting (yeah)
What happened to that big mouth nigga? (Shh), I hushed him
Nigga thought he was untouchable 'til I touched him
And better nobody, nobody fuck with my bricks (it's Gucci)
Million-dollar nigga, still fucking thot shit (huh?)
Jackers got my trail, pushing like a mosh pit
And shawty want some love, but I just want that ostrich
From the north to the south, from the hard to the soft
From the tails to the law, I'm a real deal boss (it's Gucci)
From a crumb to a brick, from a zip to a split
From a bird to the bricks, I'm the real deal shit
From the north to the south, from the hard to the soft (yeah)
From the tails to the law, I'm a real deal boss
From a crumb to a brick, from a zip to a split
From a bird to the bricks, I'm the real deal shit (wow)