#barcode - Intellectual

[Intro]

You not real (Woo-woo)

Know you not real (Woo-woo)

Know you not (Woo-woo)

[Pre-Chorus]

Let me talk my shit real quick (Woo-woo)

[Chorus]

Yeah, I know you not real, I could tell from the start

I got scars on my skin and a hole in my heart

Miss my dog, where you been? Ain't no way we grew apart

I said, "Free my twin," they still got 'em locked behind them bars, though

B-bitch ask 'bout my past, where the fuck I start?

M-man this shit sad, big bags, don't even bring me spark

A-ain't no chit-chat, hit me if you wan' know what I charge

Niggas switchin' up, it ain't surprising, seen it from afar, though

Walkin' with my eyes open wide, can't let no one slide

Overtime, I been puttin' in work, I keep my heart closed

All these hoes sluttin' on my lifе, I don't wanna wife

Read between thе lines, I scan the bitch just like a barcode

[Post-Chorus]

Why you tryna hide 'em?

Go 'head, let yo' flaws show

I do good in silence

I don't wanna talk, no

She copin' with slicin'

I'm copin' with narcos

Money what I'm likin'

But I'm not Well Fargo

[Verse]

I don't need ya pity fuckin' up the city

Got two bitches with me, both of 'em poppin' titties

I get dizzy lookin' at 'em (Damn)

Let a nigga step to me, I bet I cook a random (Blam)

I pop out, my fit all flee, bitch, I don't do no plannin' (Ew)

She said she just lovin' me, I'm like, "Bitch, who you scammin'?" (Ew)

Glock 19 is PB color, it don't do no jammin' (Yeah)

Niggas comments go right under me, they do no damage (Nice)

I feel empty inside, eatin' steak and salmon (Rice)

Get yo' bitch and I fill her 'cause my life so canon (Yo)

Yo' accomplishments is slightly average, not outstanding

I got cuts and wounds on my body, fuck a bandage

Niggas see me, what they do? They don't say nothin' or they panic

She want me to be her dude, but I'm really no romantic (Ah, yeah)

I'm tryna find out what she want me for, "Bitch, what's your antics?"

She call me "papi" and then "mi amor," I don't know Spanish (Yeah, yeah)

I'm so high, if I jump and I hit the floor, I might not land it

I'm talkin' 'bout so high, if I jump, I might just take some fall damage

Man, my life like a show, but every episode is manic

She said she want me to open up, I could never show her love

Hole inside me large enough for someone to stand in

They like, "Skyte, how do you manage?" Bitch, I don't know how I manage

'Cause the pain I carry deep as fuck, pacific or Atlantic

I wake up and realize that I ain't die yet, damn it