Lyrical Breakdown of Gimme A Second 2 (feat. Peso Pluma & Ty Dolla $ign) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Gimme A Second 2 (feat. Peso Pluma & Ty Dolla $ign)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Kanye West weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Gimme A Second 2 (feat. Peso Pluma & Ty Dolla $ign)" 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 Kanye West 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 Kanye West's narrative.

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Yeah, they heard about me Young nigga, I was runnin' wild as a bad child, livin' figure eight Young nigga ran the money up, now I put a bitch in a figure eight (figure eight) Hold on (hold on), let's get somethin' straight I was runnin' 'round, tryna get me straight Like a fat kid, tryna get some cake She eat it up like buffet (buffet) She eat it up right there in the driveway (skrrt) Skipped class, I ain't never had a Hyundai Water on me like, "Where is Pump?" Ay Chasin' money like, "Where? That way" I was geeked, took a half a bean Don't play with me like gasoline And she love flexin', let her join the team Flexin' Wake up and brush my teeth, got on a flooded Cuban necklace I was broke, couldn't buy no Waffle House, my pockets pregnant (real life) Hold on, let me count it, give me a second (hold on, beep) Flexin' Girl named Dallas, send a hundred texts Yeah, before I send a bitch a blessing I need to see if the sex good, I'm a sexist Cop that new Ferrari truck, yeah, and the Tesla Top-notch bitch, get the most, not the lesser Fuck my bitch from the back too hard, she say, "That dick aggressive" Walk in, buy the whole building, real estate profile looking impressive My oldest said, "Daddy not going to Heaven" Treat me like a deadbeat, said I wasn't present They was tryna treat a king like a peasant They bought my son a new dad like it's no headache I don't give a fuck about shit, I'm irreverent Last time I got hella hate, treated like I wasn't intellige' Real body, but they hella fake, gettin' tours, I got hella dates The pussy tight, the money right, she gon' sell a bit Then they walk around like she celibate Wake up and brush my teeth, got on a flooded Cuban necklace I was broke, couldn't buy no Waffle House, my pockets pregnant (real life) Hold on, let me count it, give me a second (beep) Océano, ando en el mar, colgándole el AK Sus culitos hacen "clap", rolando en un zigzag Muchas pacas, menos mal, ya saben que ando high No es el Phantom, Cullinan, voy tapado y no es Irak El navesón Aventador, una mansión como Playboy Lo que una noche de morro soñó Algunas dicen que soy un fuckboy Fuck, no, no, no Ya no sé ni cuántas son las pastillas que me dio Esta niña en el trocón Me la llevo y qué sé yo Lista pa' sacar la Glock Flexin' Wake up and brush my teeth, got on a flooded Cuban necklace I was broke, couldn't buy no Waffle House, my pockets pregnant (real life) Hold on, let me count it, give me a second (hold on, beep)