Lyrical Breakdown of Really Ready - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Really Ready" 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 "Really Ready" 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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It's about feeling The combination of young people, drugs A fairly sexually charged social environment And syncopated music It's just all designed to draw you into you, and your friends, and your scene And your hood, and your place in the cosmos And not sell you out as a consumer to Hollywood Or Manhattan manufactured forms of entertainment I'm a real nigga, talking 'bout what I really have 'Cause I fucked a nigga bitch, that's why he really mad Hit a nigga in his head, I be really glad Since the day I lost Dunk, I been really sad A nigga make a hit and dip, will he really last? A nigga say he hold you down but will he really blast? They say I'm worth fifteen M's but that ain't really shit And I ain't content with what I got, got to be really rich Sold dope on the really, was broke on the really If you really wanna get it then you know I'm with it Really wanna go to war with me, not really You wanna get it then you gonna get it You worth a mill', not really really I ain't all in your business If it's not your girl not really really, then why is it hurting your feelings? My young niggas, they really ready Straps cocked, out ready These rap niggas are really scary, talk loud but ain't ready We tote choppers like military, niggas gotta get past us Your girl with me, you real embarrassed Damn I'm fucking your marriage My young niggas, they really ready Straps cocked, out ready These rap niggas are really scary, talk loud but ain't ready We tote choppers like military, niggas gotta get past us Your girl with me, you real embarrassed Damn I'm fucking your marriage On the real these rappers pussy, nah really, straight up But meanwhile I'm in my traphouse, with 'bout six different flavors But fuck that, let's get to it Took out my scale, broke down the bale, and my clientele ran straight through it Drinking mud, riding through the city, yup Selling P's out the coupe really, yup Paid fifteen K for my S.S. and invested another fifty, yup These rap niggas they don't wanna see me, nah Gotcha bitch with me taking off her draws Smoking weed and laughing, burning rubber while I'm running from the law Really, fuck you nigga come get me I'm a Cashtank nigga and all we do is get money, you feel me? Know there's two Glock's with me, yup Got that boy Guwop with me, yup Downtown rooftop chilling, yup Quarter mill' on the floor, really My young niggas, they really ready Straps cocked, out ready These rap niggas are really scary, talk loud but ain't ready We tote choppers like military, niggas gotta get past us Your girl with me, you real embarrassed Damn I'm fucking your marriage My young niggas, they really ready Straps cocked, out ready These rap niggas are really scary, talk loud but ain't ready We tote choppers like military, niggas gotta get past us Your girl with me, you real embarrassed Damn I'm fucking your marriage Nigga I'm bickin' back and I'm boolin' Drop the top, and then foolish Finessing game with your main bitch, now my pockets is stupid Fuck with Gucci, get ya issue You pussy soft, like tissue Hundred K'll get you knocked out Put me in the ring, get boxed out So I jump on the stage, get the team real hype Gucci throw a cup and the whole squad fight Bottles on me, so we pouring all night Nigga get trippin', switch up, fight night I'm jumping out that coupe, I lost my damn roof Thank God that boy so fly, we don't need no parachute So I'm chasing after fix, squeezing on these triggers Bank account six figures, kick my feet up, Louie slippers Vacation in the Hampton's, rockstar Marilyn Manson All for that check, I hold a nigga ransom My young niggas, they really ready Straps cocked, out ready These rap niggas are really scary, talk loud but ain't ready We tote choppers like military, niggas gotta get past us Your girl with me, you real embarrassed Damn I'm fucking your marriage My young niggas, they really ready Straps cocked, out ready These rap niggas are really scary, talk loud but ain't ready We tote choppers like military, niggas gotta get past us Your girl with me, you real embarrassed Damn I'm fucking your marriage Really?