Lyrical Breakdown of Self Made - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Self Made" 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 "Self Made" 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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What you saying?
I'm not thirsty for a attention, I see you checking for
I'm not impressed 'cause I know what I'm worth
More than a stare or a flash of your keys
Best believe I can do my own thing
Solo in the whip see me drop to coupon it
Ask about me they K.Michelle be doing it
Face it, homie, I ain't never been basic
Shine like a light and my swag is amazing, oh
I do my own thang drive my range
Pay my own bills 'cause I got my own change
Ten stacks in my purse wrapped in rubber bands
In the club popping bottles 'cause I'm the man
I'm a self made chick
What cha saying? what cha saying?
A hundred on the wrist let me teach you a lesson
Nothing came easy to me I guess I'm blessed with
(The drive to go get it)
I be stutting like my daddy
And losing not an option I'm in it to win it
Never be a bust it, baby
Take it for what its worth still F you pay me
Hell yeah, I'm the man but I'm still that lady
And there's no way I'ma let you play me
I do my own thang drive my range
Pay my own bills 'cause I got my own change
Ten stacks in my purse wrapped in rubber bands
In the club popping bottles 'cause I'm the man
I'm a self made chick
What cha saying? what cha saying?
If you a self made chick who got hatas in the place
Look 'em dead in the face and say?
(I'm on it)
If you a self made chick who got these dudes on the chase
Look 'em dead in the face and say?
(I'm on it)
I'm on, I'm on, yep, I'm on