Lyrical Breakdown of A Gangsta's Pain - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "A Gangsta's Pain" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Moneybagg Yo weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "A Gangsta's Pain" 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 Moneybagg Yo employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Who made this beat?
Oh-oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, yeah
Twysted Genius, baby
SCALEZ (GP)
Ran into some dead ends, rerouted, made a way
Tennis chain, ring, watch, light on the ice today
Street n- from the M, that's where you gotta keep a K
It don't matter killers killin' killers, ain't nobody safe
Bullets don't discriminate, just had to remind you
No matter how you try to dodge the bullsh-, it come find you
Tryna put me in the middle 'cause my n- robbed you
Told you not to f- with 'em but you act like you had to
Pink slip, eight whips, ain't none of 'em rented
B-, I'm havin' money now, so talk to me different
Run the hunnids through the money counter before we deposit
Life good, b- bad, everything exotic
I'm cool waitin' a lil' longer for somethin' I deserve
The streets ain't for everybody, that's why they made the curb
Get clumsy talkin' 'bout Elo, I'm trippin' over words
It was SuperBowl night, wish he ain't make that serve
Have you ever got that phone call that made your heart drop?
Problems every time you turn around, you live a hard knock
Free my n-, heard the feds caught him pickin' up a box
Numbers switchin' on these glizzys, it came with the boom stock
I went back to where I grew up, and I bought the residence
They come for me but I can't let 'em get me out my element
It's easy buildin' up a name but can you keep it relevant?
Play on my name, you see more choppers than veteran
And I said what I said, won't beat around the bush
Paint your block, my favorite color red, now you a pound of kush
I can put my hands in my pocket, everybody with me push
These Cartiers remind of the days when I was overlooked
F-up after f- up day by day, now I'm havin' my way
Reason you can't get your own steak, 'cause you keep watchin' my plate
I've been layin' low, playin' slow, stackin' change
Made it through the rain, can you feel a gangsta pain? (Oh, oh-oh, oh)
Made it through the rain, can you feel a gangsta pain? (Oh, oh-oh, oh)
The streets ain't for everybody, that's why they made the curb
Ran into some dead ends, rerouted, made a way