Lyrical Breakdown of All Gold Everything 2013 (feat. 2 Chainz, Young Jeezy, Trinidad James) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "All Gold Everything 2013 (feat. 2 Chainz, Young Jeezy, Trinidad James)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how T.I. weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "All Gold Everything 2013 (feat. 2 Chainz, Young Jeezy, Trinidad James)" 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 T.I. 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 T.I.'s narrative.
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Yeah, you already know, man
This your boy T.J
Ain't no verse on my shit I ain't killed
Let the legend holla at you, Tip
Yeah, I'm talking true A-Town trap shit, you understand that?
It's the king, homeboy
Ayy, Trinidad, dig this, homes
Ayy, c'mon, big bank, all I do is get bank (Okay)
Niggas hating on me but they bitch ain't
So conceited, I don't think my shit stank
Four hundred thousand dollars on the Mulsanne (Let's go)
Come and kick it with a Westside nigga
Think I ain't about that action? Wanna bet, my nigga?
Hey, all day thumbing through the check, my nigga
Boy, you broke, you can't even be a threat, my nigga
When you talking to me, say it with your chest, lil' nigga
I pull up on your set and make a mess, lil' nigga
Okay, I got a kilo of gold, 36 O's
Wrapped around the neck of a dope boy
Gold yacht, that's the Presi', diamond in those
And just paid cash for a Rolls Royce
A true trap nigga, I done sold everything
Trouble man, Hustle Gang, all gold everything
Hahahaha, I say trouble man, Hustle Gang, all gold everything
From the early gold bottles, now we on the Dom
Big face Rollie take up half my arm
Porsche 911 with the Gabby top
All gold scales, my magic box
Got the soft, my nigga
Give me thirty minutes, I'll be right with ya
Got the hard, my nigga
Let me whip this here, I'll get it right to ya
Goddamn, I'm turnt up
Think the knob is broke and I don't give a fuck
Goddamn, I got that fucked up
The streets dry as hell, this work high as fuck
You want what for deuce? Take it easy, man
Shit, I paid less for a pair of Yeezys, man
All I wanna know if I'ma bounce with her
Talkin' me to death like I'm a counselor
She popped a molly, I'm guessin'
But if she throwin' the pussy, I'm catchin'
.223 With the silencer
You wanna rock that shit with the flyest first
All gold like Montana (Tony)
Hoes all in my Phantom (Rollies)
Young done killed the gold remix
A nigga don't like it, goddamn him, Young
Gold all in my chain, gold all in my ring
Gold all in my watch, don't believe me, just watch
Don't believe me, just watch, don't believe me, just watch
Don't believe me, just watch, don't believe me, just watch
Gold all in my chain, gold all in my ring
Gold all in my watch, don't believe me, just watch
Ape print all on my hat, snakeskin all on my hat
Hit your girl with my chains on, so that's gold all on her box
Gold all on my watch, so big it's like a clock
Some people wear fox fur, on The Source cover, I wore fox
This for all the DJs that got this on replay
I sell a brick on eBay, then I celebrate
Several bitches in every state
I'm in Miami with Wayne tryna skate, my family straight
Ayo, Hov, 'bout to hyperventilate
Ayy, 0-0-1, we did a sixty-eight
I say holler, my nigga
Them ain't red bottoms, her bottom brown
I'm smoking strong, my nigga
I'm on loud, not Bobby Brown
That's Southside up in here (Okay then)
I spell South with a F
F stand for "Fuck y'all" if you ain't fucking with my set
Fuck with me and I'm busting (Fire)
Fuck with me and I'm busting (Fire)
Every time you see me, think about
What it would be if I ain't do nothing
Damn right, I'm stunting
Damn right, I'm styling
Just got a girl chauffeur and we on a motorcycle and she driving
This Versace, that Versace, this Versace too
I got killers watching, niggas watching, bitches watching me too
See I'm on lean, on loud and I got my own lane
You need to mind your own business, it's 2 Chainz and Trinidad James
Gold all in my chain, gold all in my ring
Gold all in my watch, don't believe me, just watch
Don't believe me, just watch, don't believe me, just watch
Don't believe me, just watch, don't believe me, just watch
Ayy, shit, Chainz, I still don't fuck with fuck niggas
And if you a fuck nigga, I'm talking 'bout you
Your bitch said she popped a molly, she swerving too