Lyrical Breakdown of Turn Up - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Turn Up" 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 "Turn Up" 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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Everything turnt up on my end
Bought my Bentley where your Benz should have been
I'm going in and my friends can't get in
Like 50 Cent man I'm hated by many men
But everything piped up on my end
Park my Rari where your Vic could have been
And there's a dot where your neck could have been
Leaning small that's a check walking in
See everything turnt up on my end
I rock Versace that Medusa head man
You can't go in the hood but Gucci Mane can
In Birmingham got El Chapo gang plan
Two kilo grams I'm in Gucci Grand down
Man I don't give a damn twenty grand
I can make a fan make you murk your man
Gucci ham just like Vietnam
That shit bought a lamb
Contempt so many yams I'm getting overwhelmed
Buy a key I cooked it up for free
Giving youngin game while I'm whipping up a [?]
You didn't buy from me
Bust a [?] all on my AP call me 90 G's
[?] talking 93, trap right across the street
Ring ring ring it's money on my line
I be getting bands out the Benz
A fuck nigga try me then he die
Nigga better stand where he stand
I want some Hennessy she want some wine
I told that bitch to get with the Klan
We wanna drink that shit with some ice
I told that bitch to get with the shits
They say I was getting fatter with the Sprite
But now I don't do that shit
I be popping X all night
Me and the crew ass shit
I get it
Wherever I look at
What you looking at I got five Glocks in the bookbag
Eh
I'm cooking
And they're still cooking
Free Wop that's what I named my line when they took him
Free Slick
Come around your block niggas get free shit
Free shells, free hits, 2-4 BD shit
Ray Charles I don't see shit
Stevie Wonder with keys bitch
Guarantee I won't drop my gun if I do then I'mma leave it
Cause I got on gloves, and I ain't going nothing
It's a throw away, I got plenty of
Niggas is suspect, me I am success
Fifty thousand dollars for a show and I dumped it