Lyrical Breakdown of conscience - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "conscience" 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 "conscience" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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No, I never flipped
Niggas jump ship just to go and get a check
I've been a tough soul
When the whole world been on my neck
It done been long nights, long early mornings
I barely get rest
K pop, pop a X, my bitch pourin' OJ, Moët
Niggas can't even tell I'm high as hell
But I feel low
I ain't ever sad
I'ma trust the process and I let it all go
Niggas can't compare, it's not a contest
I'm here to let you know
Young Gun'Wunna comin' down Sunset
I'm rollin' in a Rolls
Show 'em it's a lot just to reach the top, dog
I really give 'em hope
Told you I'm just bein' me
I'm a humble beast, but I go loco
I could splurge a hunnid G's, thеm cuties
I'm stayin' low
I ain't in no nigga lane, I'm stayin' the samе
I'm playin' my role
Can't function, I'm fed up with this nonsense
Lotta shit, and it's weighin' on my conscience, oh
Gotta work 'til I make me a fortune
All this money weighin' on my conscience, oh
Common sense, it don't even seem common
Difference is it's weighin' on my conscience hard
Independence weighin' on my conscience hard
Close peers wanna beat me
And can't beat me at all
Close peers wanna be me
And can't see me at all
Go triple-double like Westbrook
They pay me to ball
Put up two doors, two fog lights
Porsche look like a frog
I'm OD countin' more G's, put a mill' in the safe
I don't stat chase, but I rat race
Hustle like in the '80s
Wanna see how much more I can take
They want me to go crazy
All these drugs, it's hard to concentrate
I'm highly sedated
Had to tell myself it ain't just me
This world full of hatred
I been stackin' this foreign currency
I learn different languages
I bought black diamonds and white diamonds
This world segregated
(I bought black diamonds
And white diamonds, this world segregated)
Can't function, I'm fed up with this nonsense
Lotta shit, and it's weighin' on my conscience, oh
Gotta work 'til I make me a fortune
All this money weighin' on my conscience, oh
Common sense, it don't even seem common
Difference is it's weighin' on my conscience hard
Independence weighin' on my conscience hard
Close peers wanna beat me a
And can't beat me at all
Close peers wanna be me and can't see me at all
(That's a good one, P)