Lyrical Breakdown of Endless - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Endless" 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 "Endless" 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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Ouch, needs to be on the other size Oh my God, what the fuck? Ah, why these niggas wanna envy me? Fillin' they hearts with envy Niggas goin' for an image And not one wanna admit it (nah) Ayy, still need starch in my linen Mixin' it up, yeah, a chemist, uh (mix it up) Spit it like Nas, I'm the illest (Illmatic) This just survival of the fittest Still out the town like I live out the town in a villa Yeah, this a village (Turks) Yeah, I hear you clown, but this next go-around I'm comin' like John Dillinger Told my accountant, when we hit hundred days in a year We count every penny Puttin' shit on, I been drippin' shit down to the ground Nigga been cuttin' up Hot as a sauna, I'm burnin' up Runnin' they mouth, I done heard enough (yeah) You new to the money, ain't made enough (yeah) I'm workin' her out like I'm trainin' her Dig in her mouth, she love to go south Baby, give me that cranium Ap, this titanium Gun-wunna, ain't no tamin' him (no tamin' him) Wunna the illest (illest) Money, I wanna print it (money) This shit endless (endless) Hundreds, I keep spendin' (money) This shit endless (endless) Uh, spillin' fresh outta Lenox (Lenox) Trendy, I can invent it (trendy) Uh, told you I ain't no gimmick Uh, I'm seein' this shit through a scope Uh, It feel like I been here before (I'm seein' it) Uh, that money make a young nigga glow (glow) That fame make a pussy nigga troll (troll) I'm a hustler, I whip it out the bowl (Whip, whip, whip, whip) Hustle Came from that south, Flat Shoal, Old Nat' Them packs, sellin' 'em whole (whole) Gun-wunna, I'm in the back of the 'Bach Slidin' with a few of the woes Countin' this paper, I'm thumbin' through hundreds This money got me in a choke (cold) Niggas chit-chat that cap and put it on wax And it's in bold (bold) Need me some racks like every day, income tax Bring in the load Wunna the illest (illest) Money, I wanna print it (money) This shit endless (endless) Hundreds, I keep spendin' (money) This shit endless (endless) Uh, spillin' fresh outta Lenox (Lenox) Trendy, I can invent it (trendy) Uh, told you I ain't no gimmick That's a good one, P Go Gunna, go Gunna, go Gunna Dig in here Wunna the illest Ten, ten, ten, across the board Money Who's fuckin' with Gunna? Nobody