Lyrical Breakdown of Out The Hood - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Out The Hood" 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 "Out The Hood" 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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Run that back, Turbo I'm out the hood, but I'm hood melodic I smoke good narcotics, keep my diamonds polished Throw a dime in Onyx, keep them dollars coming Look at all this money, this is our summer I'm out the hood, but I'm still a hood baby Yeah, I'm still going crazy Make these labels pay me Bought a new Mercedes, I come from where it get crazy I'm chasing this paper daily Fuck these niggas who hate me I'm inside the store, keep a bodyguard Bitch, I can't be poor, put that 'Cat in sport (Skrrt) Whip like seven more All my kids ain't gon' have chores (Nah) Rolex, no Michael Kors Crib come with a gym And a mini-golf course (Golf course) Hitting it off of the slam And ball in the rim when I score Smoke a lot of grams You would've thought I knew a grower Sip more than an ounce I never imagined what I'd pour Don't know the amount I'm out the hood, but I'm hood melodic I smoke good narcotics, keep my diamonds polished Throw a dime in Onyx, keep them dollars coming Look at all this money, this is our summer I'm out the hood, but I'm still a hood baby Yeah, I'm still going crazy Make these labels pay me Bought a new Mercedes, I come from where it get crazy I'm chasing this paper daily Fuck these niggas who hate me I'ma give 'em hell (Hell) Show 'em how you all well (Well) Pay my nigga bail (My nigga bail) My new bitch fine as hell (Fine) Cocaine polish on her nails (On God) One of a kind for real (Real) Got her on exotic smell (On exotic smell) Bitch, you up like shell But that AP time gon' tell (On God) Send a bale in the mail (Mail) Damn, we slick and slimey like jail (Slime) We ain't takin' no L (Slatt) Nigga better not cross our trail (Slatt) It get hotter than Hell (Hell) Might die my dreads blonde like Odell (Odell) And take up the sales I'm out the hood, but I'm hood melodic I smoke good narcotics, keep my diamonds polished Throw a dime in Onyx, keep them dollars coming Look at all this money, this is our summer I'm out the hood, but I'm still a hood baby Yeah, I'm still going crazy Make these labels pay me Bought a new Mercedes, I come from where it get crazy I'm chasing this paper daily Fuck these niggas who hate me