Lyrical Breakdown of Grown Man - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Grown Man" 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 "Grown Man" 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.
- 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 Polo G's narrative.
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Uh, uh, uh (Southside on the track), uh, uh
(Mello made it right), uh
New drip, I just spent some Gs on my attire
These racks just keep on growin', but my jeans gettin' tighter, uh
I went overseas with the swiper
Bad bitch, you know I never seen nothin' like her, uh
I bought glocks with beams for my snipers
Any sudden move, I make it sing like the choir
R.I.P, that chrome sprayin', got Lindsey Lohan
I need some more bands
Bitch, I'm a grown man, uh
If you gon' tweet it, ain't no need to tell me how you feel
My whole city catchin' Bs, I'm from the 'Raq for real
Broski turn into a demon when he off them pill
Ride 'til I die, I hope that Jesus come and grab the wheel (uh, uh)
That chopper singin' like Clay Aiken (uh)
R.I.P to all my loved ones that ain't make it (uh)
Got a bond with the streets, and I just can't break it
Run it up, now my safe done turn into my safe haven
Them racks in, okay, okay
On the block, I post up, I can't fade away
Baby, I been too turnt
I don't care 'bout what the haters say
Dark skin, thick bitch
I liked her, so I named her Bae
I'm in it everyday, uh
New drip, I just spent some Gs on my attire
These racks just keep on growin', but my jeans gettin' tighter, uh
I went overseas with the swiper
Bad bitch, you know I never seen nothin' like her, uh
I bought glocks with beams for my snipers
Any sudden move, I make it sing like the choir
R.I.P, that chrome sprayin', got Lindsey Lohan
I need some more bands
Bitch, I'm a grown man, uh (grown man, uh)
(R.I.P, that chrome sprayin', got Lindsey Lohan)
I need some more bands
Bitch, I'm a grown man, uh