Lyrical Breakdown of What Up Homie - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "What Up Homie" 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 Up Homie" 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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I ain't tryna know your business I ain't tryna fall in love with you See maybe he could love you different But I'm just tryna fuck with you And girl I'm tryna hit that pussy one time One time one time will be cool Wassup with it? Wassup with it? Wassup with it? Wassup with you? FaceTiming you from New York, phone sexing while we apart Since the death of your lover you started fuckin' with busters Had to take off the gloves, tryna feel it under the covers Stickin' dick in your ribs and you squealin', tell me you love it Affection showin' in public I love the kissin' you own it Saying that Kevin's too aggressive, maybe one day he may mellow out Pressure when we sexin', with friends you makin' confessions But I'm married to my hustle, ain't no way that we can settle down Grip that ass bae I don't get tired I be runnin' through the streets like I'm speed racin' Fresh outta prison took some trips, but never been to Vegas You found it funny when I stated I was on vacation Back seat of a Tahoe but this time no shackles on my ankles Now we go hard and we awesome, after work hit the line I dip through pick you up when you off then go grab a bite but won't spoil you Yeah I go dumb I'm retarded, gangstas salute when I'm walkin' Take you home, break your back When you leave, after that I won't call you (I don't get tired) Hard to keep up with my lingo when I'm in the matrix Exclusive word uses gets confusing but wait I'll explain it Commitment-shy from past relationships I guess I'm tainted You could love or love me not, I ain't ever changing I ain't ever changing Can't be something that I'm not, I ain't ever changing I ain't ever changing You posed to judge by what's on the inside I ain't ever changing