Lyrical Breakdown of Mayors - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Mayors" 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 "Mayors" 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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Yeah, yeah, yeah
Young Gunna nigga
Got Pablo, Pablo, Pablo with me, yeah, (Cap Jesus) yeah, yeah, yeah, whoa
Twenty thousand for the Plain Jane, Rollie out of bales (out of bales)
Supreme gasoline, I can still get it sent through the mail, yeah (through the mail, yeah)
I could fuck your bitch, take her home, leave her 'lone, I'm a player (I'm a player)
Got some diamonds on my neck, dripping wet, I got water like a whale, yeah (a whale, yeah)
Hundred thousand in my closet
Designer all different pairs, yeah
I walk in the bitch and I'm smoking that cookie
You know I put it in the air, yeah
Put ice in my watch and my bracelet
Both from Cartier, yeah
These bitches, they know I'm a player, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Young nigga can't even lie, I turned to a Slime (Slime, Slime)
Everyday a nigga wake up, I got racks on my mind (racks on my mind)
Yeah, it's loyalty I praise, stay true to my ties (to my ties)
Thugger told me all these aliante and now it's my time
I put on a Rollie, too much ice
I can't even see the time (time)
I'm on the lean, the Percs, and the Xans
I think I'm losing my mind
Stayed down on the grind, used to sell dimes
Now my diamonds, yeah, they shine (they shine, ice)
Got the mansion looking like a pop-up
We got these bitches in line
Double R wide body double park it
Damn, that shit cost me a fine (a fine)
Copped me a coupe, but went and blow the brains out
Damn, this shit charge me a dime (dime)
My Audemar perfect time (time)
I fuck on her and she fine (fine)
Young Gunna, he one of a kind (he one of a kind)
I shine in a room with no lights
I fucked that little bitch on the cam (bitch)
Told her do it for the Vine (for the Vine)
Fuck that little bitch in the mouth
I fuck that little bitch in the spine
Fuck that little bitch and get back on the grind
What are the chances coming up from a dime
I hang with the killers and robbers, my nigga
Neighborhood and the slimes
Twenty thousand for the Plain Jane, Rollie out of bales (out of bales)
Supreme gasoline, I can still get it sent through the mail, yeah (through the mail, yeah)
I could fuck your bitch, take her home, leave her 'lone, I'm a player (I'm a player)
Got some diamonds on my neck, dripping wet, I got water like a whale, yeah (a whale, yeah)
Hundred thousand in my closet
Designer all different pairs, yeah
I walk in the bitch and I'm smoking that cookie
You know I put it in the air, yeah
Put ice in my watch and my bracelet
Both from Cartier, yeah
These bitches, they know I'm a player, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Rocking Louis, Damier, yeah
I fucked your bitch and I send her my mail, yeah
I drink the lean, no beer, yeah
Whippin' a buffet, I'm having bezels, yeah
Free my cousin outta Telfare
These niggas get locked up and tell, yeah
I know when that shit can get real
You didn't have the cash for your bail, damn
Same spot that I'm living
Trap rock, yeah, I sell that (trap)
Your bitch, she's still on welfare (yeah)
I'm the fresh prince of Bel-Air, yeah
Water on me like I sail, yeah
I'm 'bout to cop some veneers, yeah
I dropped this all on the scale, damn
Sip me some sip, pop a little pill
Twenty thousand for the Plain Jane, Rollie out of bales (out of bales)
Supreme gasoline, I can still get it sent through the mail, yeah (through the mail, yeah)
I could fuck your bitch, take her home, leave her 'lone, I'm a player (I'm a player)
Got some diamonds on my neck, dripping wet, I got water like a whale, yeah (a whale, yeah)
Hundred thousand in my closet
Designer all different pairs, yeah
I walk in the bitch and I'm smoking that cookie
You know I put it in the air, yeah
Put ice in my watch and my bracelet
Both from Cartier, yeah
These bitches, they know I'm a player, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah