Bonafide

[Intro] 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 [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 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 [Verse] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Outro] 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