Lyrical Breakdown of Paid in Full Help - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Paid in Full Help" 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 "Paid in Full Help" 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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Man what that is, love Hey look this some of that exclusive, you heard me? You know, this some of that, you know, luxury ride type shit Check this out Sick man grinding hard, hard to switch lanes Aviators, sleep-deprivated, ain't ate in six days Had a belief and we team never believe in me Begin to be misleading? had the shift changed You nigg*s shit brained Cause you believe anything you see on tv without going there Seeing homeless, right around the corner Hungry, starving, underprivileged Needing garments, but'll bargain with the dealer fixing fixes I'm a God to these nigg*s God-willing I'll depart with my winnings Play it smart or be caught up in the system Beat the odds, odds in, my dogs seekin' a pardon Poker stare, I wasn't playing fair, I threw my cards in My nig*a wifed a B, I treat her like trash Thinking this ain't have to happen had he never made me mad I'm saying though, you like to fight? You can fight for your life, don't play with me See a lot of nigg*s don't be knowing I be doing real shit, ya heard me You're now rocking with ya boy Kevin Gates I'm just trynna be your favorite rapper, that's it What's the point of having soldiers if you can't use 'em? You know the Puerto Rican kid, he be popping wheelies and shit Sell a lot of coke, what the f*ck I do, man Nig*a know wassup, I'm tryna get paid in full Bread winner street game, look who in the air chillin' Flare the pistol, now the paramedics gotta airlift him Wings on the skull, what I tell to the judge Not demonic but it symbolizes hell from above Got a cell-button bug, paper trail never budge Assailant selling drugs, never tell on the plug I'm a thug, what that mean? True hustler, under God Took something, under arm percussion, for who harm Muzzle swarm, no discussion concussion, make it hard to talk When he not thinking or walk when he not breathing Quality street music, which targets the law beaters Paw grieving, Lord please be with the mother of this motherf*cker Led by assumption, only right that the metal touch you Safe to say Kevin Gates is a motherf*cker Luca Brasi I thank y'all for sitting through the lecture, you know I love each and every one of y'all on a personal basis I wouldn't say that if I ain't mean that That mean I really do mean that, I really do mean that Mane, what the f*ck you looking at me like that for? Bitch what you want do something I'm just f*cking with you, thug Now go 'head 'fore I put that iron on yo p*ssy ass I'm out, I'm out, I'm out, thug