Lyrical Breakdown of Weight - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Weight" 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 "Weight" 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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This old bitch ass nigga I fuck with, you heard me?
He had tried to play me pussy
Speak on it
I know you my nigga, you heard me, but this how it
Go sometime in the game that we play, you heard me?
When you're a boss, you got to do some you don't wanna do
Get 'em, Cade
Everybody holler in case you need to watch your weight
Yeah
I been standing in the kitchen, guess I'm watching weight
Whoa
People holler in case you need to start working out
Yeah
Selling work, I'm on my grind, guess I'm working out
Yeah
Everybody holler in case you been gaining weight
Whoa
I just flipped from two to five, guess I'm gaining weight
Yeah
Girlfriends yelling, I need to be lifting iron
Whoa
Both my convictions was for pistols, they be lifting iron
Black Ruger, white Panamera, won't fuck your wife in the right manner
I could lock the work with the Arm & Hammer
Trap girl, she armed with hammers
Won't walk the Ave., unless off Canal
Hit the Iberville with, like, 20 bales
I'm a live nigga like Landy B
Free Killer Stone and Landy B
Got Boobie Black and he riding with me
Lil D, Austin my BG
Baby gangster won't pay to spank you
Ice pick your knees, might break your fingers
This whip's amazing, meant to say Caucasian
With a black abrasion like Carson Daly
Carbon waiting, I was just complaining
About Luca Brasi his grind, all is mine
Everybody holler in case you need to watch your weight
Yeah
I been standing in the kitchen, guess I'm watching weight
Whoa
People holler in case you need to start working out
Yeah
Selling work, I'm on my grind, guess I'm working out
Yeah
Everybody holler in case you been gaining weight
Whoa
I just flipped from two to five, guess I'm gaining weight
Yeah
Girlfriends yelling, I need to be lifting iron
Whoa
Both my convictions was for pistols, they be lifting iron
Bread Winners Association, my jaws locked, no combination
Got a hard on and a hard time
Your bitch with me, no conversation
Three baby mamas and a hood wife
I'm killing bout the whole clique this year
Teardrops in my shit this here
Ain't no pretending, your ho pretentious
I get her go, she a floating rivers
Get coke delivered on boats, my nigga
My grandmother sell dope, remember
Lil niggas in charge
My dick won't even get hard, 'less I snort a line of that boy
Bitch, I'm Southside, that bottom
Bitch, I'm Carolina, that boy
I go hard
Everybody holler in case you need to watch your weight
Yeah
I been standing in the kitchen, guess I'm watching weight
Whoa
People holler in case you need to start working out
Yeah
Selling work, I'm on my grind, guess I'm working out
Yeah
Everybody holler in case you been gaining weight
Whoa
I just flipped from two to five, guess I'm gaining weight
Yeah
Girlfriends yelling, I need to be lifting iron
Whoa
Both my convictions was for pistols, they be lifting iron