Lyrical Breakdown of Gang WithMe - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Gang WithMe" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Polo G weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Gang WithMe" 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 Polo G employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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And every time I pop out, bitch, you know I got the gang with me Them them niggas that's gon' bang for me Homicide, homicide, they gon' make them bullets rain for me It ain't no cure for all this pain in me Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul Can't let my heart turn cold Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul Can't let my heart turn cold Bitch, I'm say "Less gang, I just ride and let my cash speak" (flex) Same niggas like to run they mouth, have some fast feet (haha) Nigga, back when bro'nem was alive, you got your ass beat Gon' reunite with my brothers, they need to let the guys free (guys free) Blicked up in high speed, ready when we ride deep Stand over that bitch and shoot his face, watch his mind leak (boom, boom) Right back on the strip, if it's niggas tryna find me Nigga, I'm like crack, a fucked up life come with tryin' me I'm crazy, yeah, they call me Capalot, please don't mind me (haha) If I get on some bullshit, you know Hyde 'nem right behind me (gang) I know you heard 'bout Chiraq, I'm from where all the crimes be I need at least 'bout four M's, that's if you wanna sign me (blast) Bitch, I'm somethin' great, I keep a mirror to remind me (to remind me) Gotta wait your turn nigga, you know how that line be Stay down 'til you come up, nigga, you know how that grind be Then e'rybody gon' peep you, nigga, you know how that shine be And every time I pop out, bitch, you know I got the gang with me Them them niggas that's gon' bang for me Homicide, homicide, they gon' make them bullets rain for me It ain't no cure for all this pain in me Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul Can't let my heart turn cold Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul Can't let my heart turn cold Ayy, keep your eyes up, them niggas ridin' 'cause we killed they homie Hope that Glock up on my side the day they drop that window on me Nigga, fuck a friend, run up them bands when I'm feelin' lonely I stay motivated, too many people dependent on me I'm high off so many drugs, got me losin' consciousness Playin' with some murderers, death gon' be the consequence (grrrt, pop, pop) FN finish nigga, ain't none of that playin' possum shit Blood fallin' down his jaws, he gaspin' for oxygen (haha) They keep slappin' his face, tryna get him to respond and shit And we ain't movin' sloppy, so them killers left anonymous (bitch) But niggas quick to tell and put some statements on them documents Feel like I'm untouchable, ain't cocky, I'm just confident (blast) Bitches thirsty on me, all the eaters give me compliments Got it out the mud, they want me for my accomplishments Ayy, ayy, I just fucked this bitch, and it was just they anniversary In between that pussy like that bitch was givin' birth to me (ugh) Left me in the shadows, now they claim they know me personally They invite us to mansions now, we used to do them burglary You on some broke shit, I ain't with it, that won't work for me My price is in the thousands just in case you want a verse from me And every time I pop out, bitch, you know I got the gang with me Them them niggas that's gon' bang for me Homicide, homicide, they gon' make them bullets rain for me It ain't no cure for all this pain in me Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul Can't let my heart turn cold Have mercy, oh, many men Many-many-many-many men Wish death 'pon me