Lyrical Breakdown of Heaven - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how The Game weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Heaven" 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 The Game 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 The Game's narrative.

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How many times I gotta go platinum for you niggas to say congratulations? How many motherfuckin' Ferraris do I gotta leave at the dealership For you niggas to stop hatin'? I got patience, and I'm waitin' If you love me say that you love me and if you hate me say that you hate me If you love me say that you love me But if hate me nigga come take me to heaven I'm ready to go to heaven, can't wait to get to heaven So come take me to heaven Just come take me (yeah) take me Ma daddy said he brought in and he said he'll take me out But, I'm still here Put the tape around my daddy's mouth back that phantom in that garage Pull that caddy out ride like I'm Tiger Woods nigga bring them caddies out Fitted cap hanging low, arms all tatted out gold grill ocho cinco What that naughty about? Niggas get offended by my rims, what's that about? Doin' it big like I used to record in daddy's house I got big nuts, big cars, big trucks, big house,big B's better get your beef up And my big ego then I get ma dick sucked And I spit that crack you better get your bricks up And I spit that crack you better get your bricks up, motherfucker If you love me say that you love me and if you hate me say that you hate me If you love me say that you love me But if hate me nigga come take me to heaven I'm ready to go to heaven can't wait to get to heaven So come take me to heaven Just come take me (yeah) take me I be with Snoop saying cuz in ma hood with the bloods Every bro in New York, niggas gotta show me love When I fuck with Luda and Georgia nigga showing slugs None less than 20 stacks every time I throw it up Dre put the chronic in every hood so roll it up better do it now 'Cause that drug money is slowin' up Southside queens to the bay were they goin' dump fuck What they payin' if it's hood then I'm showin' up Nigga I'm blowin'up chest all frozen up and I been getting money Since Jay Z used to open up For Kane blow the dust off the range dust off them things then knock out your brains I said before they came I dust off the range Blow the dust off them things and knock out your brains Keep the motherfuckin' change If you love me say that you love me and if you hate me say that you hate me If you love me say that you love me But if hate me nigga come take me to heaven I'm ready to go to heaven, can't wait to get to heaven So come take me to heaven Just come take me, take me I'd kidnap the sun just to let ma niggas shine 17 Rolexes it's ma niggas time come dance with the wolves When it's dinner time Red Ferrari catch me at the finish line This ain't blue magic I gotta a bigger crime Who's Frank Lucas I know niggaz doin' bigger crimes Doin' lil shit to get bigger times 'cause we ain't snitchin' Wanna kill us nigga get in line ain't a flow sick as mine Ain't a hoe who thick as mine and 'em And new Gucci belts is just right to fit my nine You can hate or love there's a fine line Just 'cause you catch bullets like Dian don't make you prime time So nigga hate or love it like fine wine You can't get rid of me so get rich or stop tryin' Before that hot shit start flying If you love me say that you love me and if you hate me say that you hate me If you love me say that you love me But if hate me nigga come take me to heaven I'm ready to go to heaven can't wait to get to heaven So come take me to heaven Just come take me, take me The Mafuckers hate me nigga, nigga I hate ma motherfuckin' self I hate the 26's on my motherfuckin' Escalade I hate my baby mama Lois Vuitton purse collection mafuckers I hate my sons hot wheels nigga, I hate my life but I hate yours more Aah, bitches