Lyrical Breakdown of GOMD - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "GOMD" 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 "GOMD" 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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Feel like I been on for a minute Only when my whole team is winnin' I been goin' on for a minute Talk slick when they see me start grinnin' I'm tellin' y'all Get off my ih I'm tellin' y'all Get off my ih When [?] hit my line, I'm 'bout to glide to California Compton Menace'll come scoop me from the airport if I wanna [?] fishin' for plugs, we coulda died in California I don't give a fuck, I want my daughter to witness Get a man who like your father, no lil' boy who never lived it Pouring syrup in the drink, the pressure [?] [?] Wanna see you win, get it straight Lot of 'em probably say I don't love 'em, I don't spend enough time with 'em Stickin' to what's left of the G-code is where you find [?] [?] dead in the hospital, his mama in the hospital with him [?] in the same hospital, I was in the bed with [?] My phone rang by the hour, [?] called, why she cryin'? [?] Thankin' Jesus for the heater When he hopped out y'all ran from him [?] on a late night [?] Feel like I been on for a minute Only when my whole team is winnin' I been goin' on for a minute Talk slick when they see me start grinnin' I'm tellin' y'all Get off my ih I'm tellin' y'all Get off my ih Late night I think 'bout where we post to be Where we go from here I don't fuck with pussy niggas, only fuck with real I even love some pussies, always had me in some shit Fist fighting for 'em and jumpin' out with [?] [?] shot at my feet, [?] knocked out my teeth We scuffled, he say he loved me, "I love you too, keep it street" [?] my uncle, then he copped a plea Told 'em I had snuck him 'fore I hop in the street Rest in peace [?}, I'm like "Why you had to leave?" Somebody played then they dead, man that's how it had to be I'm tellin' Draco "go suit up, you clutchin', I'm clutchin'" I was goin' [?], you know how I be comin' Behind [?] grippin' a biscuit, walk you down all in public My daughter died, I make the streets cry, Berto I love you J Real you my brother, let's go harder for nothin' Only reason the beef [?] 'cause you told me "I love ya" Feel like I been on for a minute Only when my whole team is winnin' I been goin' on for a minute Talk slick when they see me start grinnin' I'm tellin' y'all Get off my ih I'm tellin' y'all Get off my ih