Lyrical Breakdown of What If - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "What If" 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 "What If" 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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What if God was one of us
Just a thug like one of us
Looking for love in the club like one of us
Tryna make it out the slums like one of us
What if God is one of us
Just a thug like one of us
Getting in out the mud like one of us
Making calls to the plug like one of us
Making calls to the plug
Trynna ball, going hard I'm not balling enough
I got scars on my heart come from falling in love
On my knees every night placing calls up above
Seems like God won't pick up
If Heaven won't show me a way
Guide me when I grip the weight
'Cause in the city we livin' in it's kill or you getting killed
I was taught to keep it real, misguided in the field (boom boom pop bang bang)
Forgive me I done gripped the steel
She the devil she was bad long weave thick ol' ass
Round enough make pretty faces when I'm hittin' her from the back
And I got caught and I ain't rat, some cuckoo guys she ain't hit back
I done been to hell and back, 'cause I done been to jail and back
What if God was one of us
Just a thug like one of us
Looking for love in the club like one of us
Tryna make it out the slums like one of us
What if God is one of us
Just a thug like one of us
Getting in out the mud like one of us
Making calls to the plug like one of us
Making calls to the plug
I fell off then got up
I'm standing tall no matter what
Real nigga never budge
Thinking y'all shall not judge when I stood in front the judge
Media they telling lies about me that don't matter much
Hey now, turn it up
I just got back from the future don't know what I'm thinking of
Hey now, turn it up
Leave you leaking just for reaching ain't no drinking out my cup
Shawty yellow, awe yea, slim she Barbie Doll bad
She got pregnant from my partna so I had to fall back
She was wit' another rapper, hold up I can't talk that
Text her when she call back
If I ain't a dick slanger tell me what you call that
What if God was one of us
Just a thug like one of us
Looking for love in the club like one of us
Tryna make it out the slums like one of us
What if God is one of us
Just a thug like one of us
Getting in out the mud like one of us
Making calls to the plug like one of us
Out the mud
Making calls to the plug like one of us
Out the mud
Making calls to the plug like one of us