Lyrical Breakdown of We Live This - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "We Live This" 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 "We Live This" 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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[Intro] Yeah! It's ya boy Black Magic My nigga Young Snead, let's go [Verse 1] Ay man I walk like a soldier, talk like a soldier Since I moved to the South, my slang got colder Walk got pimper, cane with the limper Treat my bitch right, always lobster and shrimp her Flatbush Ave I'm the number one contender Simpson Road fashion, poppin wheelies on the Ninja Whip game hot, flow cold like the winter Ball hard if niggaz got blocks like a center Time for me to switch it up, bigger car bigger truck Got the new house and that too was big as fuck And this a must that you see me blow Lil' nigga hold the weight like my CEO Now it's back to the business, we eat sleep and shit this Take this, shoot him and any fuckin witness Always on some pimp shit, never on some simp shit At Big Cat Records nigga e'ryday is Christmas [Chorus] We eat, we sleep, we shit this Big whips, big chips, we live this Smoke kush, pop Crist', fuck bitches Us young niggaz out there handle our business We eat, we sleep, we shit this Big whips, big chips, we live this Smoke kush, pop Crist', fuck bitches And send them goons if them goons on our shitlist [Repeat 2X] Guess what I heard? Gucci Mane back Guess what I heard? Man he reppin Big Cat Guess what I heard? Young Snead on some other shit Tell them fuck niggaz they can miss us with that sucker shit [Verse 2] I'm addicted to the trap, down with Big Cat And you know he got a strap, why you wanna try me? And you know I gotta scrap, you a country boy So you know I gotta trap (AYYYY!) Cop the fruity watch just to hurt the haters' faces Big Cat chain with the Big Cat bracelet Big Cat bracelet with the Big Cat bracelet Countin twenty mill' in the Big Cat basement I heard, I heard, word on the street Gucci fell down now he back on his feet Anti-social, he don't really socialize What'cha call that? I call it street certified~! A hundred thou' sold no lie So call the fire truck, cause Gucci on fire And he pulled up in a 'rrari And if he hurt your feelings when he did then he sorry! [Chorus - repeat 2X] [Verse 3] I'm a certified pimp shawty, never seen me cake a hoe Bad bitch one night, next day another hoe A young'un with a bankroll, listen what I date 'em fo'? Benefits and everythang that I can go and break 'em fo' We eat, we sleep, we shit this Smoke kush, pop Crist', real pimp shit Big chains, big whips on 6's I got money on my mind so fuck bitches I'm in the Coupe with the top back, Lamborghini do's on it Had to do it B-I-G, so I throwed the 4's on it Tote a fo'-fo' so the kid scream 'Fuck a hater!' All black, long part, somethin like The Terminator Call me the exterminator, sprayin like the Orkin man You don't want no part of that we deeper than a marching band We trap, we slang, we hustlers And stay away from you motherfuckin busters [Chorus] [Repeat 2X] Guess what I heard? Gucci Mane back Guess what I heard? Man he reppin Big Cat Guess what I heard? Young Snead on some other shit Tell them fuck niggaz they can miss us with that sucker shit