Lyrical Breakdown of Gotta Be A Star (Remix) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Gotta Be A Star (Remix)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Wiz Khalifa weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Gotta Be A Star (Remix)" 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 Wiz Khalifa 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 Wiz Khalifa's narrative.
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Gotta be, gotta be, gotta be Gotta be a star
I'ma let you smoke my weed, sip on the bar
Gotta be a player, gotta be a star, I'ma
Let you smoke my weed, sip on the bar
Gotta be a player, gotta be a star, I'ma
Let you smoke my weed, sip on the bar
Gotta be a player, gotta be a star, I'ma
Let you smoke my weed, sip on the bar
Gotta be a star, every time I ride by, they like, "
Who is y'all?" Yep, it's all grown, yep, it's all clean
Pimpin' by the pound, know what I mean?
City's your own, loc, I'ma chapter its own scheme
Made it from the bottom, everybody know me
Truly, I'm a bad boy, ice on the jeans
Hair so smooth, dress so mean
Duke from the slum, it's a boss in the place
Motherfucker stepped, yeah, tell it to his face
Gotta be a star, look where I'm all
Rep where you from, ain't too far
PGH, Pistolvania, bang you from afar
Boy want play with the gauge in the saw
Gotta be a player, gotta be a star
Made it out of nothing, so I gotta be a star
You dig?
Gotta be a player, gotta be a star, I'ma
Let you smoke my weed, sip on the bar
Gotta be a player, gotta be a star, I'ma
Let you smoke my weed, sip on the bar
Gotta be a player, gotta be a star, I'ma
Let you smoke my weed, sip on the bar
Gotta be a player, gotta be a star, I'ma
Let you smoke my weed, sip on the bar
Yeah
I'ma let you smoke my weed, sip on the bar
Yeah
I'ma let you smoke my weed, sip on the bar
I gotta stay high, so I keep a dutchie rolled up
Plus, I keep it pimpin', see me grippin' all this dough up
When I ride by, trunk beatin', sittin' comfortably
Yeah, I'm so fly, you got no choice but to look up to me
Music like crack, so I move it like weight
Money on my mind, grind 25/8
A long white T, academics on my jeans
My fitted got a lean, that's how I get it, yah mean?
I gotta be a player, I gotta be a star
I'm dodging all these haters plottin' on my downfall
I couldn't understand what all the sittin' 'rounds for
So I got my paper up and stayed the fuck from 'round y'all
So if you hustle hard, keep a couple grands on
Big knots with the rubber bands on
All the shorties wanna put their hands on
You gotta be a player, you gotta be a star
Gotta be a player, gotta be a star, I'ma
Let you smoke my weed, sip on the bar
Gotta be a player, gotta be a star, I'ma
Let you smoke my weed, sip on the bar
Gotta be a player, gotta be a star, I'ma
Let you smoke my weed, sip on the bar
Gotta be a player, gotta be a star, I'ma
Let you smoke my weed, sip on the bar
Gotta be a player, gotta be a star, gotta
Be a soldier, gotta, gotta stand tall
Gotta get money, gotta ball 'til I fall
Gotta cop cars, splurge at the mall
Get my shine on, rock jewelry and all
The streets ain't safe, so I gotta play it raw
This is motivation, haters, get on your job
22-Inch chrome on my Cadillac, dawg
Since I was 16, I've been stacking money rolls
Got a lot of paper, yeah, I got a lot of hoes
I spit for the ghetto chefs cookin' on the stove
And them D-boys trappin', movin' heavy blow
Spark up the smoke so I could get blow
Only smoke kush or some goddamn purp
Problems with my team, then them gats gon' squirt
32 Shots, homie, that's gon' hurt
Gotta be a player, gotta be a star, I'ma
Let you smoke my weed, sip on the bar
Gotta be a player, gotta be a star, I'ma
Let you smoke my weed, sip on the bar
Gotta be a player, gotta be a star, I'ma
Let you smoke my weed, sip on the bar
Gotta be a player, gotta be a star, I'ma
Let you smoke my weed, sip on the bar
Gotta be, gotta be, gotta be...