Lyrical Breakdown of Wish You on Me - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Wish You on Me" 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 "Wish You on Me" 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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Man this shit crazy
In this crib shit is f*ckin crazy
Uh!
It's Guwop
It's Guwop
I got 100 young niggas screamin I don't give a f*ck
Got them pistols in the club, wish a nigga would touch me
Nigga what? You think Gucci give a f*ck?
Sayin that you f*ck with Gucci but he know he don't trust me
Then I rush, nigga better catch a cut
Got that 4-4 on my gut, I don't need no nigga but me
I'm a thug, yea my mama raised a thug
But I'm a multimillionaire, you wish you motherf*ckin was me
Nigga wish you was the motherf*ckin Gucci Mane
But stop man with yo wishin there cause on the real you trippin man
And I know bands can make her dance but I can't really dance
You spend 100 thousand on it they will really glance
I throw so much money on me, I need hammer pants
And we can bet 1 million, that's if you's a gambling man
I ain't runnin from it, I was borned in Birmingham
East Atlanta, been there moved so check my Instagram
I'm a shooter, I'm a builder and I'm a business man
I talk so disrespectful that I hurt yo feelings damn
I whip and took a pass then to you, I need them extra grams
And when that choppa blip my bitch ya'll say I'm goin HAM
I got 100 young niggas screamin I don't give a f*ck
Got them pistols in the club, wish a nigga would touch me
Nigga what? You think Gucci give a f*ck?
Sayin that you f*ck with Gucci but he know he don't trust me
Then I rush, nigga better catch a cut
Got that 4-4 on my gut, I don't need no nigga but me
I'm a thug, yea my mama raised a thug
But I'm a multimillionaire, you wish you motherf*ckin was me
I'm f*ckin with the young niggas, all my niggas thuggin
Robin Hood of the city, all my niggas struggling
Big money Gucci nigga, I don't do the buget
Feel just like easy when he made easy does it
Rap niggas name drop, Gucci Mane cocaine drop
Thought it was a choppa, 100 bottles of champagne popped
Thought I was a doctor, 50 pints on my counter top
4-58 cause I just load a Ferrari shop
Pray to be a hustla, man I got it from grandpa
In the kitchen cookin' Rest In Peace to my grandma
Nigga ran off so I'm a blow his f*ckin' head off
You can work for me 'cause now you got a dead boss
I got 100 young niggas screamin I don't give a f*ck
Got them pistols in the club, wish a nigga would touch me
Nigga what? You think Gucci give a f*ck?
Sayin that you f*ck with Gucci but he know he don't trust me
Then I rush, nigga better catch a cut
Got that 4-4 on my gut, I don't need no nigga but me
I'm a thug, yea my mama raised a thug
But I'm a multimillionaire, you wish you motherf*ckin was me