Lyrical Breakdown of I Am - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "I Am" 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 "I Am" 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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(BJ on one)
(G06 goin' crazy)
I am a gangster with several feelings
Now you know my name, girl, I live like a villain
Do you see this pain, girl? On top me, it's written
I'm wrapped up with caution sign, I'd advise you stay distant (D-Roc)
Oh, take it out her back and I put in her throat
Platt, platt, platt, move slow
Oh, oh, oh-whoa
Tryna run down go and tell 'em "Oh, no"
Strapped up all that coke
Flexin' and dabbin' on top for the Lord
Got that girl in here on girl
Feel like I'm standin' on top of the world
Got everybody in here on drugs
Young nigga gone off unlimited mud
I ain't even know who that bitch was
I ain't spendin' shit on none of these girls
If my dog call, then he fucked up
Big motion
Big bills, I ain't gon' lie (huh)
Turn the lights down in the booth, I'm high off life right now
Breadwinner apparel, Givenchy flannel
Dior bandanna, developin' balance (balance)
Easy, I'm craftin', perfectin' my talent
Nothin' else matters, can't look backwards
Been betrayed in the game, I've been shattered
Still, I forgave 'em but can't look past it
Still haven't healed from my grandmother's passin'
Show must go on, turn my pain into passion
Can't make the funeral, praying for Tooly
Lil' one dealin' with death in the family
No time for tears, turnin' my pain into passion
Sun go to shinin', my ancestors happy
Roof open in traffic, they lookin' down at me (smilin')
They talk to me, tellin' me "Kevin, stay happy"
Workin', I know how to make myself happy
New Michael Jackson, ain't nobody badder
Put soap in the jacket, my diamonds is dancin'
Not hard of hearin', but when I'm appearin'
Your vision impaired from the glare when you starin'
Earrings a factor (factor), it look like a fracture (fracture)
Bling, bling, blaow, blaow (bling, blaow)
Moonwalkin' backwards (bling, blaow)
Bing, bing, brr-aow, blew out your candles
Can't calm you down, put your face on some fabric (grrah)
Straight out them trenches, you know I'm built different
Build game official, I'll show 'em the swagger (oh, ah)
Clear lens, gold frame, Chrome Heart glasses
Five-point-two mil' Goyard baggage, yeah
I am a gangster with several feelings
Now you know my name, girl, I live like a villain
Do you see this pain, girl? On top me, it's written
I'm wrapped up with caution sign, I'd advise you stay distant
Oh, take it out her back and I put in her throat
Platt, platt, platt, move slow
Oh, oh, oh-whoa
Tryna run down go and tell 'em "Oh, no"
Strapped up all that coke