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