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BONA FIDE - Single

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	1.	BONA FIDE (Prod. Apoc Krysis) 02:07	lyrics
	BONA FIED Verse One: Mothafucka I’m true and tried, call me bona fide. About to hit my stride, they want a full ride, but my hands is tied. I don’t give scholarships, to abandoned ships. I ain’t your bargaining chip, stop using my quips, give me back my drip. You better pray I don’t see you slip. (Get a grip) You better pray I don’t see you slip. (Get a grip) I been on dat piff, I been that bitch, y’all some snakes like Taylor Swift. Fuck amends, when you on top everybody wanna be a friend. I ain’t here to play pretend, I don’t mean to offend. I’m just saying what needs to be said. (Listen) They not gonna show respect unless it’s bloodshed, it’s not enough to just tread. I ain’t got time for misreads, it’s just like the homie Thanos said, you should’ve aimed for the head. Verse Two: I’m chillin watching the strokes 2 dollar bill, I’m a villain similar to Daniel Dumile. I’m ready to kill, red or blue just give me the pill. I got that gritty ink like it’s 1986, no I don’t sell bricks or hit licks, I get my kicks from shootin flicks and ticking off hicks, I’m a little prick. Watching John Wick and flaming y’all at Mario Cart, fuck racing to the charts, I’m takin Bart, I don’t know when I’m finna depart but I feel it in my heart. I give this music my life, RIP to Phife, I’ll drop my album when it’s ripe. I’m speakin from my soul, you let insecurities take control. I’m in love with rap, but she won’t text me back. Even then, I keep the raps filled to the brim. You’re out on a limb, so don’t get under my skin.