Lyrical Breakdown of Wit It - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Wit It" 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 "Wit It" 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 outta here) I see you with it, I'm with it, my nigga, let's get it Bankroll got hundreds and fifties All too familiar, admit it, I'm truly committed My palms consistently itching Served out the kitchen, relentless, we chasing these benjis Back-to-back Maybachs and Bentleys Shows back-to-back, my coupe paid off commission None of this shit came free, got it out the street, had to take a chance, yeah Put the cake in the rubber band, stuff in my pants, I can do the band dance Thousand dollar Fear of God Vans, drip when I'm playing, just call me Raf stan Of course, they dig what I'm saying, another advance, smoking me a strong strand Ice all on my watch, add it to the card, had to get the cars washed Heated marble squares on the floor The condo got a bar, cost me an Aventador Yeah, punch in this shit to record What the fuck are you waiting for? Spot just got jammed on the North 50 bands to my lawyer for court My spot just got jammed on the North 50 bands to my lawyer for court I see you with it, I'm with it, my nigga, let's get it Bankroll got hundreds and fifties All too familiar, admit it, I'm truly committed My palms consistently itching Served out the kitchen, relentless, we chasing these benjis Back-to-back Maybachs and Bentleys Shows back-to-back, my coupe paid off commission Runnin' the sea on my wave New two-door coupe came with leather and suede Fuck with this bitch 'cause she goin' both ways Too much of this shit, I'ma throw it in bags Not fuckin' you bitches from back in the day My condo is raised, it's thick like a grave Gettin' in my bag and my family amazed Gettin' out the hood, that shit felt like a maze Gettin' out the hood, that shit felt like a maze Call me your dawg, hold me down to the grave I see you with it, I'm with it, my nigga, let's get it Bankroll got hundreds and fifties All too familiar, admit it, I'm truly committed My palms consistently itching Served out the kitchen, relentless, we chasing these benjis Back-to-back Maybachs and Bentleys Shows back-to-back, my coupe paid off commission