Lyrical Breakdown of Came Out (feat. Lil Keed) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Came Out (feat. Lil Keed)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Gunna weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Came Out (feat. Lil Keed)" 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 Gunna 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 Gunna's narrative.

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Tsunami (Keed talk to 'em) Hop in a Ghost with a bad lil' ho (let's go) And I'm already knowin' it gon' come with some smoke (let's go) Yes, I'm steppin' on niggas in Maison Margielas You can get squished like a roach, yeah (Maison Margiela) Keep it solid, keep it quiet (shh, quiet) Nobody ever gon' know (never, yeah) And I'm on some real slatt business Yeah, she gettin' back doored (slatty, yeah) Yeah, I came out a mink (slatty) Hop out the Rolls, I look like a sink (slatty) I'm with some shooters that never blink (slatty) These trousers that's on me hold treasury My car ain't rented, I'm the only one with it (nah) And I came from the bottom, I came from the trenches (I came from the bottom) Shots at his mouth, no need for no dentist Bitch, I'm big slime, don't care 'bout your feelings (bitch, I'm big slime) Nah, ain't scared of nobody (nobody) My car got a waist, it's wide-body (wide) Dare you play with Wheezy, you gon' die 'bout it (Wheezy) Dare you play with this bankroll, you'll die 'bout it (bah) Yeah, the black truck a hotbox (hotbox) You dissed me, yes, you're knocked off (yeah) You're pillow talkin', you ain't playin', yeah (yeah) Meanwhile I'm gettin' mine off (let's go) Post on the block like Hirby Kirby (I post on my block) If I see your bitch, just know that I'm flirtin' She talkin' 'bout, "How many licks 'til it burst?" I kidnap the money, send AMBER Alert Shoot up the block, tear up turf (yeah) 'Cause I'm knowin' you can fit in the hearse (yeah) Shots fired, he'll never see a nurse You know he the canvas, 'cause we paint his shirt (Keed talk to 'em) Hop in a Ghost with a bad lil' ho (let's go) And I'm already knowin' it gon' come with some smoke (let's go) Yes, I'm steppin' on niggas in Maison Margielas You can get squished like a roach, yeah (Maison Margiela) Keep it solid, keep it quiet (shh, quiet) Nobody ever gon' know (never, yeah) And I'm on some real slatt business Yeah, she gettin' back doored (slatty, yeah) Yeah, I came out a mink (slatty) Hop out the Rolls, I look like a sink (slatty) I'm with some shooters that never blink (slatty) These trousers that's on me hold treasury My car ain't rented, I'm the only one with it (nah) And I came from the bottom, I came from the trenches (I came from the bottom) Shots at his mouth, no need for no dentist (uh) Bitch, I'm big slime, don't care 'bout your feelings (bitch, I'm big-) Chandelier on my wrist, not in the ceiling (nah) Who got your whip? I heard it's rented He done fell off tryna be independent How he get rich off the shit I invented? (Huh) Whole lotta cap (cap), whole lotta kizzy (kizzy) Broke in the trap, now I got millions (ayy) She fuckin' my pops like he Diddy Keed to the top, the terrace see the city (top) I don't wan' fuck her if her feet ain't pretty (nah) GunWunna, cousin, know I fuck with business (cuz) Geeked up like Bobby and I'm rockin' Ricky (yeah) Fly in that lil' hottie, hit her at the Whitney She sloppy-toppy, suck it out the tippy (mop) All in her mouth, I busted like a semi' (yeah) Fucked a bitch twice and now I need some distance Now lay down on the couch and told her, "Don't come near me" (Keed talk to 'em) Hop in a Ghost with a bad lil' ho (let's go) And I'm already knowin' it gon' come with some smoke (let's go) Yes, I'm steppin' on niggas in Maison Margielas You can get squished like a roach, yeah (Maison Margiela) Keep it solid, keep it quiet (shh, quiet) Nobody ever gon' know (never, yeah) And I'm on some real slatt business Yeah, she gettin' back doored (slatty, yeah) Yeah, I came out a mink (slatty) Hop out the Rolls, I look like a sink (slatty) I'm with some shooters that never blink (slatty) These trousers that's on me hold treasury My car ain't rented, I'm the only one with it (nah) And I came from the bottom, I came from the trenches (I came from the bottom) Shots at his mouth, no need for no dentist Bitch, I'm big slime, don't care 'bout your feelings (bitch, I'm big slime)