Lyrical Breakdown of Gratata - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Gratata" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Soulja Boy weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Gratata" 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 Soulja Boy 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 Soulja Boy's narrative.
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SOD the gang
BPO on the beat
Yo man I know the can soldier
Just one day money gang, ay
Pull up on your block, gratata (gratata)
Call up my shooters, they come thru'
And yeah, they pop at ya
Money comin' in, it ain't no stoppin' us (no stoppin' us)
SOD the gang, bitch, you know we there
We gwoppin' pain
Pull up on your block, gratata (gratata)
Call up my shooters, they come thru'
And yeah, they pop at ya
Pull up on yo block and they droppin' ya
SOD the gang, bitch, ain't shit stoppin' us
Pull up on your block, gratata (gratata)
Shooters in the back and the front
And yeah, they pop at ya (they pop at ya)
All my niggas comin', boy, they droppin' ya (they droppin' ya)
50.000 on my chain, whip it like Tellafia
I be in that Rarri, ain't no stoppin' us
Fuck the polic', they ain't shit
They ain't copsta us
SOD the gang, g' ya know we up (know we up)
Bitch look at my chain and my ring
Ya sick? Ya throwin' up (throwin' up)
Nigga know my game, what I'm throwin' up (throwin' up)
Fuckin' with 100, I swear you get an uppercut
I be shootin' choppas, it ain't none' to us (ain't none' to us)
Pull up on yo block and I bet I bust
Pull up on your block, gratata (gratata)
Call up my shooters, they come thru'
And yeah, they pop at ya
Money comin' in, it ain't no stoppin' us (no stoppin' us)
SOD the gang, bitch, you know we there
We gwoppin' pain
Pull up on your block, gratata (gratata)
Call up my shooters, they come thru'
And yeah, they pop at ya
Pull up on yo block and they droppin' ya
SOD the gang, bitch, ain't shit stoppin' us
Calling all my shooters and yeah they pop at ya
We pull up big guns and we chop you off
SOD the gang, bitch ya know wassup
100 bricks wrapped in a Porsche truck
My dad was a hustler
Standin' on the block, sellin' dope
It wa' none' to us
Pull up on yo block and ya know I bust
Forgiatto sittin' underneath my brand new Bentley truck
Pull up to the trappin', they like what the fuck
Fuck 12, fuck the police, they ain't none' to us
SOD the gang and my gun I trust
Pull up on yo block and let it bust
Pull up on your block, gratata (gratata)
Call up my shooters, they come thru'
And yeah, they pop at ya
Money comin' in, it ain't no stoppin' us (no stoppin' us)
SOD the gang, bitch, you know we there
We gwoppin' pain
Pull up on your block, gratata (gratata)
Call up my shooters, they come thru'
And yeah, they pop at ya
Pull up on yo block and they droppin' ya
SOD the gang, bitch, ain't shit stoppin' us