Lyrical Breakdown of You - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "You" 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 "You" 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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Mmm I don't pop no pills, I don't pop Perkys, I just count cash Mmm (mmm, mmm) Mmm My ex girl keep callin', I don't wanna talk, I don't call back (hey, Boss) I don't pop no pills, I don't pop Perkys, I just count cash And my ex girl keep callin', I don't wanna talk, I don't call back If you ever get me on tape, I don't feel ashamed, put it on blast Catch you, put you in a body bag Spent a hundred and I got it right back 'Cause I want a new tote 'Cause I want a new coat Balenciaga with the two-tone Don't try to hear me, got a new phone I know the team gon' check me if I get too big for the britches Deep down, if you get chalked in, gotta get stitches New bae say she leavin', she just want the money though I just want a lil' top, I don't want box, I could have a ton of hoes Wanna hit it, tell me what you runnin' for 'Cause I know the neighbors know my name Tequila right to the face Turn a Nissan right to a Wraith, ah (vroom) You can't judge me, I'm rich You stay watchin' my clique You, yeah, yeah, yeah (Cartel Bo) Turned up in a foreign, know I see a lot of hate, yeah I don't wanna entertain nobody Play and I put your brains on concrete I'm in the fast lane, more poppin' Dude with a last name like Brasi I stay the same and they do the opposite So then I came through and I conquered it 'Nother lil' bitch done bit on my swag Really not this, I get in my bag Invincible set when I diamond my teeth I set a trend and they follow my lead If she get in my presence, she honorin' me Forever breaded, Bread Winner regime Pour up a four for Mazi', we lean Pray for Lee Lucas' immediate release Louis V duffel, I'm buryin' money Really a billionaire, I am not bluffin' Told 'em I'm royalty, they all insulted me Guess while in high school they thought I was stuntin' (thought I was stuntin') Kingdom of Morocco (Kingdom of Morocco) Big Moroccan empire New bae say she leavin', she just want the money though I just want a lil' top, I don't want box, I could have a ton of hoes Wanna hit it, tell me what you runnin' for 'Cause all my neighbors know my name Tequila right to the face Turn a Nissan right to a Wraith, ah (vroom) You can't judge me, I'm rich You stay watchin' my clique You, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah) You can't judge me, I'm rich (Brasi) You stay watchin' my clique (ayy, carry on) You, yeah, yeah, yeah