Lyrical Breakdown of Big Gangsta - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Soda on it see what it do Yeah, yeah All night, all night A hunnid of 'em just sold it all (Take it cook it soft) Drop all on it pouring all all and all aye Whatever tell nigga to bring me my pink phone, ya heard me? A hunnid of 'em just sold it all Bitch I'm a big gangsta, I turn around with that foreign love Cocaina slanga, a hunnid of 'em just sold it all Surrounded by the angels, diamonds on when I'm talkin' love She wanna be my lil baby but I'm afraid to fall in love She say I only get excited when the pack touch down Pray that we don't don't get indited in the trap up town Bitch I'm a big gangsta I turn around with that foreign love Cocaina slanga, hunnid of 'em just sold it all Hold up Gimme that money lil nigga You knowin' that I'ma do right with it Private charter they snortin' that tartar I got 'em surrounded by white women I got 'em looking like Paris Hilton Each one of my teeth got a karat in it (Bling) Aye I think my plug racist (Why is that?) All he send is white (Let's go) They going dumb in the slum where I'm from Got a drum on a gun like a pair of titties They say that I'm making a major mistake For delivering weight but I barely listen I got a play that I'm 'bout to go Make for like 200k in a matter of minutes I can remember the day when this shit Was a shame and I didn't even have a penny Brand new apartment and we couldn't Afford no new furniture put us a mattress in it Went broke in the mall I was tryna keep up With a image and still had to stack and get it My daughter turned 1 on the Sunday next morning on Monday I had to go back to prison My woman was pregnant with Khaza I put It in throttle and got a new pack delivered My sister was crying she want a new body I went and got her some ass delivered Grind independently showin' no sympathy Don't let the industry gas a nigga Went bought me some diamonds I did it for Mazi But I never really been flashy with it Kicking myself in the ass I went tatted The face of a snake on the back of my kidney Shit I give any man a chance ya heard me But once you show me a flaw That fall back game in full affect Look you can leave your gun in the car, dick Luca Brasi, I'ma speak for him Bitch I'm a big gangsta, I turn around with that foreign love Cocaina slanga, hunnid of 'em just sold it all Surrounded by the angels, diamonds on when I'm talkin' love She wanna be my l'il baby but I'm afraid to fall in love She say I only get excited when the pack touch down Pray that we don't get indited in the trap up town Bitch I'm a big gangsta I turn around with that foreign love Cocaina slanga, a hunnid of 'em just sold it all These nigga showing me anger they taking it out on me Hit the booth after I hang up with Maceió Hazis I really fuck with dude for real This rugged behavior a looted mill Truly been given a taste considered this Taste, for known I don't do foolin' shit Oh she on the road when the coke moving slow but I still was on go I was moving pills Money discussion ain't asking a nigga for nothin' You look like a fool for real Thumbin' through hunnids attempting to limit Consumption of drinking I'm through with this Caught me a hand in a few attempts Carbon the gat with a cooling kit Depression as hell when you step on the scale Nigga damn I got fat I done grew some tits Supposed to be a Muslim but they Started judging me Lazor removing the crucifix I hit rodeo I'm not on the payroll I shot that l'il radar to do it big Shout out to players who moving bricks Breaking the package down booming knicks I throw you a four way 2 for 6 stand on the jacket I'm too legit I stand in the kitchen and do the foo Weigh out the digit 1, 2 to 6, scraping the dish She get her a push on a pipe and say superman do exist Moving the wrist that's movie shit Ain't moving like them, that's goofy shit Caught me a blessing cause I'm a Perfectionist shawty petite and her booty big Tell 'em it's wonder this shit turning People to zombies and I don't approve of this I got what you wanted I deliver the Fungus up under the trunk of the Honda Civic My partner denied me this bitch tried to Bite me he didn't want me to fuck her with 'em Well damn Bitch I'm a big gangsta, I turn around with that foreign love Cocaina slanga, hunnid of 'em just sold it all Surrounded by the angels, diamonds on when I'm talkin' love She wanna be my l'il baby but I'm afraid to fall in love She say I only get excited when the pack touch down Pray that we don't get indited in the trap up town Bitch I'm a big gangsta I turn around with that foreign love Cocaina slanga, a hunnid of 'em just sold it all