Lyrical Breakdown of Gz - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Gz" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how JID weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Gz" 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 JID 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 JID's narrative.

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Uh Look, uh Look Dawg, uh They say you thugged out, gangsta gangsta Everybody bugged out, armed and dangerous Dranked and drugged out, anxious, ain't you? Banged up, banger (look at this) Tell them bitches stop playin' with us (uh, look) I feel the anger, all way down to my ankles (yeah) Tryna keep ahead, so yeah, I keep one in the chamber (yeah, yeah, yeah) Puttin' shit to bed, we all blessed, fed, and thankful (yeah) Puttin' shit to bed, he bled, tears shed, painful It's goin' to my head, don't let that picture that they paint you in Reflection turn deception in your brain (yeah) You want respect? Then give the same (uh) Dealin' with some real shit, they fakin' beef, we creatin' (yeah) Call it competition, feel more like it's class participation Get the gloves out, banged up, banger It ain't no love down south, memories painful My patna got the plug down South, Cartagena Flew to Colombia, work muchos buenos Shawty, you too thugged out (gangsta gangsta) Nah, fuck it, they say you too tough Exterior black, ugly, and rough (yeah) Inferior to shirt and ties, a suit with the tux (uh) Temperature, fuck it, he sick and tired, he turn shit up (turn shit up) Bad wires, but not a bad guy You know how Black lives (don't) matter We see the data and the pattern apply Don't feel pity, throw a party, nigga, pass me the mic I be thinkin' maybe Martin was wrong, Malcolm was right Fuck it, we thugged out, gangsta gangsta (gangsta) Everybody bugged out, armed and dangerous Dranked and drugged out, anxious, ain't you? Banged up, banger, tell them bitches stop playin' with us Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta Gangsta, gangsta Uh, look, yeah I left the flame, they hit the gang but had to park on the deck Took everything from out the whip beside the change and the stick It's hella dark, you can't see shit behind this ten percent tint I should get five percent tint, I'd be in all kinds of mischief Probably when I'm ridin' through the city Cops think I'm ridin' 'round and gettin' it like I'm Tity Tryna get money 'cause the economy is shitty Mind your business, write up the ticket while I'm rollin' up the window Saints and Falcons, rivalry weekend and this time, we gotta win it You know I'm all about the Benji's Back then took MARTA out to Kensington Got my Jordans at the flea market, just got started reminiscin' 'Bout all them cards we tried to crack Smash it, them doors we used to kick Jack shit, we was sleepin' on the floors (gangsta) Way more important to the script In another series of events, lot of shit, it be very unfortunate Like I mentioned, we had a game finna go, and I'm feelin' a sudden suspense I get in my car, see some glass by the door And I'm like, "Why the fuck is this?" I knew what it was, the stadium right in the hood, my window was busted Now I feel all the blood, it's rushin' Take a second, a minute, adjustment Had a couple things, but if they ain't found my banger They ain't really found nothin' (come on, bruh) Man, goddamn, them lil' niggas took everything From the spare tires to the spare change The insurance papers and some blunt spray What the fuck would they want with that anyway? But we in Atlanta, you could see the channels Man, that shit gon' happen every, any day Might not see bandanas, but he squeeze the hammer Like he John Henry tryna beat the train Havin' fun with it, bunch of young niggas tryna feel numb to the pain I ain't trippin' 'cause I know who responsible It's them motherfuckers that be claimin' That we too thugged out, gangsta gangsta (gangsta) Everybody bugged out, armed and dangerous Dranked and drugged out, anxious, ain't you? Banged up, banger, tell them bitches stop playin' with us Uh, fuck Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta Gangsta, gangsta