Lyrical Breakdown of 18 I'm A G - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "18 I'm A G" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Rick Ross weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "18 I'm A G" 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 Rick Ross 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 Rick Ross's narrative.

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Beat Nova Cane Uh I wear a gun like a girdle Bullet proof car got me feelin' like a turtle Shit these niggas ain't satisfied 'til they get murdered You heard me Yeah and I'm a G You don't know a motherfuckin' thing about me I tell you one motherfuckin' thing about me Bitch I got so much money on me uhhh I'm lookin' thug in the Bentley I gotta few slugs, don't tempt me Khaled put me up on the fur mats I'm a million dollar nigga, let's confirm that I rep Carol City out in Vegas And the Magic hundred thousand dollar bracelet More guns than The Matrix Neo, reload get your face twist Cartel cocaine by the cases Cartel more cars than the races AK's on the lear jet G4 Rick Ross I'm a real threat Uh I wear a gun like a girdle Bullet proof car got me feelin' like a turtle Shit these niggas ain't satisfied 'til they get murdered You heard me Yeah and I'm a G You don't know a motherfuckin' thing about me I tell you one motherfuckin' thing about me Bitch I got so much money on me uhhh Standin' in the blue house, chopper in my right hand Stomach growlin' and Brisc gotta feed the fam I gotta meet the man, the man with them kilograms He 'bout to get jammed by the Opalocka goon I found the needle in the hay stack Put boy in and flood the streets I got my weight back Now I'm known around Dade as the young don Ain't no bitch made pussy where I come from And them dicks ain't stoppin' shit Eight pounds on the peak and bird fare on the wrist So far so hood Move around, hit his ass, it ain't look so good Now he leavin' in the black bag He the roach, the Brisc' be the black flag And don't leave your dope round me Straight gutta fo real, ask your homie 'bout me I'm a G Uh I wear a gun like a girdle Bullet proof car got me feelin' like a turtle Shit these niggas ain't satisfied 'til they get murdered You heard me Yeah and I'm a G You don't know a motherfuckin' thing about me I tell you one motherfuckin' thing about me Bitch I got so much money on me uhhh Fat paper bag, brown paper bag Rubberband green paper cash Fuck with it get the laser tag Y'all niggas better wave a flag, it is over I walk with a hand gun ride with a pump "Vroom" it must be the coupe or somethin' Since I love her I'm a put some candy on that hoe I go topless no panty on that ho See, y'all niggas think it's sweet Sweet tooth niggas get shot in the teeth, like that bwoy I got guns where guns ain't supposed to be You need to get a full dose of me I'm crack Uh I wear a gun like a girdle Bullet proof car got me feelin' like a turtle Shit these niggas ain't satisfied 'til they get murdered You heard me Yeah and I'm a G You don't know a motherfuckin' thing about me I tell you one motherfuckin' thing about me Bitch I got so much money on me uhhh Niggas know I'm militant Know who you dealin' with Fuck your pretty whip You niggas ain't killin' shit Every bird I whip Fuckin' every bird I'm with I'm your Makaveli sucker with a murder hit Y'all niggas ain't trill Y'all niggas know the deal Y'all niggas won't deal What you talkin' is irrelevant This shit would leave a hole in a elephant So if I got it then I'm sellin' it Need cheese cake like Fredrick Your hear the rhetoric Think you not a predicate Rick in the seven-six Six shot medal kit Ross Uh I wear a gun like a girdle Bullet proof car got me feelin' like a turtle Shit these niggas ain't satisfied 'til they get murdered You heard me Yeah and I'm a G You don't know a motherfuckin' thing about me I tell you one motherfuckin' thing about me Bitch I got so much money on me uhhh Rosss!