Lyrical Breakdown of Bonafide - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Nigga, I'm bonafide, nigga, homicide, ain't nothin' to prove Jada baby, this the view (Sniper Gang, Sniper Gang) Glee, glee Trust Post up with a real nigga, bae (trust me, 1800) Glee Ayy Homicide, ain't nothin' to prove Certified, ain't nothin' fu' Hundred-round, I might pack a tool Ridin' like I got nothin' to lose I don't like when you with that dude I feel like you should leave that fool Side niggas got feelings too I feel like I'm your nigga too Homicide, ain't nothin' to prove Certified, ain't nothin' fu' Hundred-round, I might pack a tool Ridin' like I got nothin' to lose I don't like when you with that dude I feel like you should leave that fool Side niggas got feelings too I feel like I'm your nigga too I feel like I need more than him I feel like I need way more M's You deserve like way more friendly I deserve like way more time Thank you, Lord, keep lettin' me fly Even though I'm committin' these crimes All I know, I be slingin' this iron I should do like way more time I deserve like way more money Finally, I be gettin' my shine Minimizin' all my guys Realizin' niggas be lyin' Realizin' bitches be fake Ran in your door, I get down with the K Lovin' your ho, keep a smile on her face Bet you ain't know you gon' die when you wake Bet you ain't know you gon' die when you wake up I be on FaceTime with you with no makeup I be on FaceTime with you when you work I like to be the lil' reason you smirk I'm that nigga that you call when you wake up Obviously, you want me to be first Where the hell that nigga be when you hurt? We gon' survive in these streets, man, it's worse Ain't scared of shit, but I still go to church Sent a hundred, tell that boy free Durk Since a youngin, done got a bunch of shit murked Fuck 'em, I ain't puttin' nothin' in a verse Kutthroat Business, killers know my work Is you pissed? Don't owe you nothin' when you skrrt In the back of the Bentley bustin' off a Perc' All my niggas in prison, yours in the dirt Homicide, ain't nothin' to prove (yeah) Certified, ain't nothin' fu' (uh-huh) Hundred-round, I might pack a tool (yeah) Ridin' like I got nothin' to lose I don't like when you with that dude I feel like you should leave that fool Side niggas got feelings too I feel like I'm your nigga too Homicide, ain't nothin' to prove Certified, ain't nothin' fu' Hundred-round, I might pack a tool Ridin' like I got nothin' to lose I don't like when you with that dude I feel like you should leave that fool Side niggas got feelings too I feel like I'm your nigga too Kill Bill, big man, bam-bam (Bill, yeah) Kill Bill, big man, bam-bam Yeah, this sound like the one Never be able to smash shit Ktb, Kutthroat Business, Kutthroat Bill, kill that boy, kill that bitch too And kill that baby Fuck it, fuck it Throw the baby in the oven, yeah Throw that baby in the ocean, yeah