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Bonafide
7,013
Hip-Hop/Rap
Bonafide was released on December 25, 2024 by Vulture Love/Capitol Records as a part of the album Gift For The Streets
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Release DateDecember 25, 2024
LabelVulture Love/Capitol Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM67

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill K. Kapri
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter
Lester Williams
Lester Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Derek Garcia
Derek Garcia
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Dr. Zeuz
Dr. Zeuz
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
****, I'm bonafide, ****, homicide, ain't nothin' to prove
Jada baby, this the view
Sniper Gang, Sniper Gang
Glee, glee
Trust
Post up with a real ****, bae
Trust me, 1800
Preview
Aye
[Chorus]
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 **** got feelings too
I feel like I'm your **** 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 **** got feelings too
I feel like I'm your **** too
[Verse 1]
I feel like I need more than him
I feel like I need way more Ms
You deserve it, 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' **** 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 witchu with no makeup
I be on FaceTime witchu when you work
I like to be the lil' reason you smirk
I'm that **** that you call when you wake up
Obviously, you want me to be first
Where the hell that **** 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 hunnid, 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 **** in prison, yours in the dirt
[Chorus]
Homicide, ain't nothin' to prove (Yeah)
Certified, ain't nothin' fu' (Uh)
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 **** got feelings too
I feel like I'm your **** 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 **** got feelings too
I feel like I'm your **** too
[Outro]
Kill Bill, big man, bam-bam (Bill, yeah)
Kill Bill, big man, bam-bam
Yeah, this sound like the one
[Outro]
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
Written by: Bill K. Kapri, Lester Williams
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