Lyrical Breakdown of Shit Crazy (feat. BIG30) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Shit Crazy (feat. BIG30)" 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 "Shit Crazy (feat. BIG30)" 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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Twysted Genius, baby
Wop
Ha, yeah
Ha
Man, this shit crazy
I'm in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors
This murder shit ain't nothin' to me, whackin' shit on the daily
Lil' bitch say she ain't heard of me, told the lil' bitch she gazin'
Still trappin' up out my flip, wish I could go trap out my pages
I see these niggas hatin', I ain't losin' sleep about it, though
Members creep like TLC, .223 shells out the Jeep
No one gon' take care of me the way that I take care of me
Get booked in from security, your bodyguard ain't scarin' me
Put your friend in therapy, you know I did it, he barely lived
Askin' me, "Take care of it," I squash it if I pay the bills
I don't play detective games, they play, no, I don't play with them
I don't freepick niggas, when I beef, I show no favoritism
Lil' boy still need training wheels, these army guns, not baby pistols
All these folks and babies in my house, I'm like a babysitter
Gucci Mane, it's Shiesty, twins, we bait 'em and then play the nigga
But shit get frenzy, twin F&N's, stand on ten, I raised the nigga
Shootin' first, then did the verse, my bank account go crazy, nigga
Police keep on tasin' niggas, one shot killed him, amazed the nigga
Shiesty, that's my Dirk Nowitzki, ain't no way I'm tradin', nigga
No shade, I'm too rich to fade, he ran up, so I blazed the nigga
Man, this shit crazy
I'm in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors
This murder shit ain't nothin' to me, whackin' shit on the daily
Lil' bitch say she ain't heard of me, told the lil' bitch she gazin'
Still trappin' up out my flip, wish I could go trap out my pages
Sent your mama to snitch on me, man, these niggas some bitches
Makin' posts, sendin' threats and shit, where I'm from, man, it's snitchin'
Might jump out on your block with the semi and get to tickin'
Race to you with this choppa, stand over you 'til you finished
My niggas icky, so many choppas in one car, man, look, this shit ridiculous
We drove 14 hours from Memphis with dope and some Glizzies
We keep steppin' and keep on spinnin', we constantly be sendin'
Choppa Gang run the city
Man, this shit crazy
I'm in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors
This murder shit ain't nothin' to me, whackin' shit on the daily
Lil' bitch say she ain't heard of me, told the lil' bitch she gazin'
Still trappin' up out my flip, wish I could go trap out my pages