Lyrical Breakdown of Toast Up - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Toast Up" 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 "Toast Up" 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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(Wheezy beats) Mm-mm Mm-mm (Mm-mm) told my nigga toast up, pour some lean in his cup, yeah (Pour some lean in his cup, yeah) In a penthouse, 60 levels up with some hoes that I can't cuff, yeah (With some hoes that I can't cuff) I got lean in my cup, I got real ones I can trust, yeah (I got real ones I can trust, yeah) Niggas thinking that they tough, they don't wanna play with us, damn (They don't wanna play with us) Keep a semi-auto tucked, like a pimple I might bust, yeah (mm-mm) Gotta thank God that we up, I done seen more than enough, yeah From the outside looking in they think the kid made it (think the kid made it) I ain't ever witnessed so much damn hatred (damn hatred) Gotta get a graveyard for these dead faces (dead faces) Thinking 'bout that money got my mind racing (my mind racing) Time is running out, I'm running out of patience (yeah) Come down to that paper, you gon' grind, ain't you? (You gon' grind, ain't you?) They play with one of your partners You gon' ride, ain't you? (You gon' ride, ain't you?) We gon' take it over, this is our nation (our nation) I'ma ride that Rover, I need high maintenance (high maintenance) Specialty executive, it's so spacious (so spacious) I'm so used to this, I don't do nothing basic (nothing basic) Chanel on your feet, I know you love pacin' Whatever you do don't give it up, baby (no) Whatever you do don't give it up, baby (give it up, baby) Go clean up, I got hundreds in the tub, baby (nah) (Mm-mm) told my nigga toast up, pour some lean in his cup, yeah (Pour some lean in his cup, yeah) In a penthouse, 60 levels up with some hoes that I can't cuff, yeah (With some hoes that I can't cuff) I got lean in my cup, I got real ones I can trust, yeah (I got real ones I can trust, yeah) Niggas thinking that they tough, they don't wanna play with us, damn (They don't wanna play with us) Keep a semi-auto tucked, like a pimple I might bust, yeah (mm-mm) Gotta thank God that we up, I done seen more than enough, yeah I don't see no one but us, I don't seem to worry much (nah) I been high inside the clouds, I can feel 'em and touch (yeah) They've been praying on my down They don't wanna see me up (they don't wanna see me up) I done took so many fouls, now they seem keep me tough (tough) I ain't coming with no bluff (nah), niggas know I ain't letting up (nah) I been in and out of town, doing shows and stacking bucks (stacking bucks) Moving slow and sippin' Tuss (Tuss), Hi-Tech and actin' up (actin' up) We gon' pour a pint, my niggas all litty (all litty) Toastin' up 'cause we 'bout to make more millies (make more millies) Hundreds in the bank, I need them blue benjis (blue benjis) Put you in the latest Jimmy Choo, baby (Choo, baby) They say this money gonna drive us all crazy Paper done put pressure on my old lady (my old lady) Broke your heart and had to buy a new Mercedes (new Mercedes) Working hard, geekin', can't stop getting faded (yeah) (Mm-mm) told my nigga toast up, pour some lean in his cup, yeah (Pour some lean in his cup, yeah) In a penthouse, 60 levels up with some hoes that I can't cuff, yeah (With some hoes that I can't cuff) I got lean in my cup, I got real ones I can trust, yeah (I got real ones I can trust, yeah) Niggas thinking that they tough, they don't wanna play with us, damn (They don't wanna play with us) Keep a semi-auto tucked, like a pimple I might bust, yeah (mm-mm) Gotta thank God that we up, I done seen more than enough (yeah)