[Hook]
I ain't got no motherfuckin' soul left
I ain't got no motherfuckin' soul left
Trade that bitch for the rolex
Come and take a look at what the barcode says
Come and take a look at what the (uh)
Come and take a look at what the code

[Verse 1]
Fuck that shit that's a code red
Sniffing on the white make it snow less (snow less)
Following the crowd make you glow less
Everybody with a barcode grow less
Home is
Where the heart is so I'm homeless
Four kids
All up in the red Ford Focus
Stoned and
Tryna hack life find a bonus
No bitch
People with a barcode grow less
Yeah

[Chorus]
Barcode Basilica
Everyone's similar
Nobody's singular
Might have just lit a blunt
Coughin' up innocence
Slaughtering synonyms
Bringin' the spice but they choke on the cinnamon
Barcode Basilica
Everyone's similar
Nobody's singular
Might have just lit a blunt
Coughin' up innocence
Slaughtering synonyms
Bringin' the spice but they choke on the cinnamon

[Bridge]
We want to be free
The ink tattooed on me
No individuality
We want to be
We want to be free

[Verse 2]
I do shit ya'll dream of
Tryna get me in they court
Subpoena
See ya
Runnin' out of dope better re-up
Jesus
Think for yourself hella sheepskins
Yeah
Goat like flow bitch bah bah
Saw my soul go bye bye
The semi-automatic go ya ya
We livin' in a world where we all die
Cover your face bitch masquerade
Ever since I popped off got ass for days
Scan a barcode hoe that's a affidavit
Man Dapper Dan might turn to Dapper David
Like slay Goliath and jump that mans
Napoleon complex, the master plan
To put it into context I run the map
I could never give a fuck bout a barcode tat
Bitch
[Chorus]
Barcode Basilica
Everyone's similar
Nobody's singular
Might have just lit a blunt
Coughin' up innocence
Slaughtering synonyms
Bringin' the spice but they choke on the cinnamon
Barcode Basilica
Everyone's similar
Nobody's singular
Might have just lit a blunt
Coughin' up innocence
Slaughtering synonyms
Bringin' the spice but they choke on the cinnamon

[Bridge]
We want to be free
The ink tattooed on me
No individuality
We want to be
We want to be free

[Verse 3]
The grass ain't greener, nah, that shit dead
Get the ass might beat it up then get head
She turn to Medusa when kicked out the bed
Then strip my medulla straight out of my stem
Send me your stems I'm a pro with the mix
Selling my xannies I used to just sniff
Profit from shit that my doctor would give
I'm mad at my life so I sell it to kids
Damn Zac that's monstrous
But we live in a era that ain't got any common sense
I been reading this paper what the comma says
But we all just sheep bitch Simon said
But fuck Simon man we rebel to the power
Put a kilo on the table let me sniff the powder
I been off the sour
Tryna find a tower
Cause my swan dive dope
I would train for hours
Like
[Chorus]
Barcode Basilica
Everyone's similar
Nobody's singular
Might have just lit a blunt
Coughin' up innocence
Slaughtering synonyms
Bringin' the spice but they choke on the cinnamon
Barcode Basilica
Everyone's similar
Nobody's singular
Might have just lit a blunt
Coughin' up innocence
Slaughtering synonyms
Bringin' the spice but they choke on the cinnamon

[Bridge]
We want to be free
The ink tattooed on me
No individuality
We want to be
We want to be free