Lyrical Breakdown of Bury Me A G - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Four shots to the chest, my niggas get at me

They don' fucked around and fucked up my new white tee

I'm just livin my life, why they mad at me

Woke up this morning, I ain't see this coming

Should I even bust back, you ain't see me running

I hope heaven got a VIP line

Got some partners in hell that'll sneak me in the back door

You know I hate waitin in line

Paramedics on the way, but they wastin they time

Everybody standin over a nigga, screamin and shit

Damn, ya'll give a nigga a second to think

Which one of you niggas shot me, it was one of you bastards

Bet a nigga can't throw a hundred grand in my casket

Pour out a little liquor, bury me in some Evisu jeans

A USDA top and a throw-away glock

Bury me a G, nothin more nothin less

When I get where I'm goin, I just gotta be fresh

Expect the worst, but hope for the best

But you know how it is, amen god bless

I can't leave now niggas owe me money

My nigga on the westside owe me bout a dub

And my partner with a few, shit he owe a nigga too

I should'a hugged my son, should'a kissed my mother

Spent some time with her, show her I love her

Every night she was prayin for me, I was in the streets

Active little nigga, should I stay in some beef

Gucci go through some shit and he really need me

And what about the streets, shit they need me too

I'm on some got Def Jam, shit they owe a nigga too

Pour out a little liquor, bury me in some Evisu jeans

A USDA top and a throw-away glock

Bury me a G, nothin more nothin less

When I get where I'm goin, I just gotta be fresh

We interruped our program to bring you this breaking news story,

I'm Kelly Washington reporting for WKKT Cannel 7

Witnesses say that around 1.45 this morning shots were fired out of an atlanta nightclub rapper Young

Jeezy was involved in this shooting but at this time it is unclear wether he was a suspect or the victim

We'll bring you further details as they become available

Back to you I was on my way i was almost gone

I was almost there i was almost home

It was some Kanye sht tryna touch the sky

Jesus walks god testify

I'm a legend like John we're ordinary people

You only get one life there's no sequel

So you can't take nothing for granted

And don't take granted for nothing

So i gotta thank god for waking me up this morning

And giving me this air to breath

Jesus lord forgive me for

Every Gram i sold

Every glock i popped

Every rock that i...

Pour out a little liquor, bury me in some Evisu jeans

A USDA top and a throw-away glock

Bury me a G, nothin more nothin less

When I get where I'm goin, I just gotta be fresh