Lyrical Breakdown of Grammy - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Grammy" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Jeezy weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Grammy" 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 Jeezy 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 Jeezy's narrative.
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From now on, don't call my shit Gangsta Grillz no more
Call my shit Grammy Grillz
The hardware has been elevated
I really got that
Look, got my first nina, nigga ain't no turnin' back
Units in the apartment got it smellin' like the pack
Four and a baby, shit I might just need a nanny
Billion grams sold, bitch I deserve a Grammy
Got my first nina, nigga ain't no turnin' back
Units in the apartment got it smellin' like the pack
Four and a baby, shit I might just need a nanny
Billion grams sold, bitch I deserve a Grammy
Hold it like a trophy, yeah I wear that bitch with pride
All white 'Rari, yeah bitch I'm back outside
Fresh white ones, bitch ain't no better feelin'
For all the times I hid them ninas in my granny's ceiling
Not a stain on my name, a stain on my jersey
This my fifth bottle of Rosé, you must be thirsty
Million dollars worth of game, that's word to Wallo
Served me twenty of 'em, they all was hollow
Imagine that, duct tape filled up with sheetrock
'Bout to turn to old dawg, show me how to rerock
Nah I can't get with what the fuck you did
I can't get with no fuckin' bitch
But I will tell you this nigga
I bounce right the fuck back, let's go
Look, got my first nina, nigga ain't no turnin' back
Units in the apartment got it smellin' like the pack
Four and a baby, shit I might just need a nanny
Billion grams sold, bitch I deserve a Grammy
Got my first nina, nigga ain't no turnin' back
Units in the apartment got it smellin' like the pack
Four and a baby, shit I might just need a nanny
Billion grams sold, bitch I deserve a Grammy
Got it out the mud, yeah I'm talkin' with no gloves on
Platinum in the kitchen even when my Auntie was home
Students everywhere, tryin' not to get my buzz on
Throw this in the safe, then I'm go and get my club on
Iced out Cuban links, nah they ain't from Cuba
Emerald cut AP, niggas thought I was a jeweler
Ice, ice baby, gotta keep it in the cooler
What's on your Prada belt? Glock 40 with the ruler
Ro showed me the whip game, nigga right he was my mentor
Even when I bought two, showed me how to get four
I was on my motherfuckin' way nigga, yeah
We here now, for that, I'm forever grateful, let's go
Look, got my first nina, nigga ain't no turnin' back
Units in the apartment got it smellin' like the pack
Four and a baby, shit I might just need a nanny
Billion grams sold, bitch I deserve a Grammy
Got my first nina, nigga ain't no turnin' back
Units in the apartment got it smellin' like the pack
Four and a baby, shit I might just need a nanny
Billion grams sold, bitch I deserve a Grammy