Lyrical Breakdown of Global Access - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Global Access" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Young Thug weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Global Access" 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 Thug 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 Thug's narrative.
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They will try and lock you up
Drag your name right through the mud
Afraid of all that you'd become
'Cause that's life here in America
So they will try and keep your mouth shut
Take your words and twist them up
Afraid that you will change the world
It's just life here in America (Wheezy outta here)
It's really no way they can catch 'em
He far gone, you gone need a couple jets lifts
Keep it real with niggas, yeah, the kid been passive
Global access, off a motherfucking ad-lib
Yeah, momma, I done made it, no more DatPiff
Superspeed on the e-way, thе Benz a cat, yeah (Skrrt)
I was caught up on somethin', but now I'm back, yеah
I just almost had threw away like eleven years
Psst, psst, ayy, my nigga, watch 'em driveby
Better ride by, we get killed for a side eye
Twelve demand respect or else they killin' 'til we all die
But not mines, we ain't small fries, yeah
See one of my whips, you better not run up with that rah-rah
This shit in my genes, I'm really like my dada
She don't smoke, but she say tonight she need a jump off
Skrrt, skrrt, I've been in the Benz with the frog eyes
You got checks as long as I could bring the smoke out
You a vegetable, now all you do is smoke out
She want me to get her ass to where it poke out
She got hips so now it's hard to grip both sides
She tryna turn up on that dick and let's get both fly
I know a real throat killer and she so shy
She got her hand in my jeans doin' no jivin'
I told her we'll be at the crib in like four, five
It's really no way they can catch 'em
He far gone, you gone need a couple jets lifts
Keep it real with niggas, yeah, the kid been passive (uh)
Global access, off a motherfucking ad-lib
Yeah, momma, I done made it, no more DatPiff
Superspeed on the e-way, the Benz a cat, yeah (Skrrt)
I was caught up on somethin', but now I'm back, yeah
I just almost had threw away like eleven years
I don't think it's hard to love me
I'm tryna embrace your lifestyle, baby
I'm tryna upgrade your watch and car keys
I don't floss, I don't like to floss my lifestyle
It's really no way they can catch 'em
He far gone, you gone need a couple jets lifts
Keep it real with niggas, yeah, the kid been passive
Global access, off a motherfucking ad-lib
Yeah, momma, I done made it, no more DatPiff
Superspeed on the e-way, the Benz a cat, yeah
I was caught up on somethin', but now I'm back, yeah
I just almost had threw away like eleven years