Lyrical Breakdown of Run - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Run" 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 "Run" 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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Memphis track boy Run run Tie your shoes lace Ye, tie your shoes lace Run, run, you better run Run, run, you better run When you see them boys When you see them boys Run Run, run, run, run, run My nigga make you run, run, run, run, run These streets will make you run, run, run, run, run This take will make you run Forever run) Run Hey lace your shoes up Run for it run Cause my nigga told me guns And the gonna bomb like some dumps Keep a fully loaded stick with me With the scope and the bag One shot, man down Now it's a crime scene Got stacks on top of stacks And gwallas after gwallas Conversations priceless I'm all about the dollars Born with a curse There's mabin in my DNA Hey ATL Shorty, lil money everyday Your mabin numb Fuck how you niggas feel That's right I'm DJ Drummond Bring gangsters to your grill Bring gangsters to your crib To your mama house Hey Memphis most wanted Keep my name up out your mouth Run, run, you better run Run, run, you better run When you see them boys When you see them boys Run Run, run, run, run, run My nigga make you run, run, run, run, run These streets will make you run, run, run, run, run This take will make you run Forever run) Run I chase a rap nigga Record the wrong boy Get that mouth slap nigga Don't need no trap nigga Ain't get no dap nigga If I catch you I'm gonna bounce Get you ass bounce nigga Baptize you like a preacher Got long bones I can reach you Need mamas I can teach you Got killed Gonna do, defeat you Should have ran Should have ran Should have never got caught White killers everywhere Nigga, fuck you thought OG, them down in Memphis Crazy got a show down Now you tripping Still no game Never busting them lanes Hundred thousand dukes All on the same thing MPA, we don't play Money powered ammunition wreck your day Leave it up to me You niggas gonna starve Better not show shit Nigga we raw Yea we take Take from the face Heard you got rawed Better hate than a take Run, run, you better run Run, run, you better run When you see them boys When you see them boys Run Run, run, run, run, run My nigga make you run, run, run, run, run These streets will make you run, run, run, run, run This take will make you run Forever run) Run