Bar Codes (Remix)

Yeah, yeah

(RichMade)

It's that five below shit

It's that RichMade shit

Don't come outside without your bally on

Uh huh

Check it

Yeah

I'm a good yute, but I know how to use a semi (Check)

'Cause **** too red eye

Back of the Bimmer, got a TV, it's a LI

Black AF1s when I'm feelin' like a rebel

Turned me to a Sith, I grew up tryna be a Jedi (I swear)

But I ain't finished trainin'

Had to wipe my eyes when I done it, it was rainin'

Weights that we sling, not the gym, we still gainin'

Ask me how I'm doin', I'm just pain-maintainin' (I guess)

New chromе spinners, but it's lookin' like the old onе

No safety on it, gotta fill it with the gold ones

We ain't ever ratted, we the **** who got told on

My sword big like Trunks, **** switched up like Gohan

Told my youngins chill, but they nuh easy

They just tryna turn you to a ghost without a ouija

**** green with envy, they Luigi

Pocket full of sweets, these ain't Haribos

Drop your map pin and we gon' fix you like Mario

This flake so good, it came from Panama

My booter give it to you from a Yamaha

Half my brothers been remanded on a hammer charge

It's been a cycle since we had it on the handle-bars

Trilly spit the real rap and outsiders can't relate

This that double-barrel, balaclavas, masking tape (All of that)

From a town where we sold brown, eating After Eights

Where they get you broad-day, don't wait till it's after eight

They know that I talk it same way that I walk it

Gloves, baggin' stones, I'm like Thanos with the gauntlet (Jheeze!)

**** know the codes, pussios are gettin' tortured

Man, these **** gettin' old but still bangin', it's exhaustin'

Hollow's gettin' wiser, they should call me Yoda

Steppin' on you spiders, big arachnophobia

I'm a busy man, so I've got a busy rota

It's a raggy road, in the cab with Abiola

Hollow with the ting on the stove, yes, I've been there

I was low on Bellenden Road, kept a ting there

That was back when man had a phone in the king's lair

Now I got a bitch on the boat in her swimwear

I'm back with the tekkers

I sat with the steppers

You wolves get clapped, I'm a shepherd

And life brings you lessons

They fold under pressure

And that's when we bless 'em

I don't trust that ****, don't know, better watch him

Who's he with and who does he know? Caught him wafflin'

Now I'm at the top, I'm the G.O.A.T.

Hollow Man's been buildin' up the game for the kids

I'm adopted (Jheeze!)

Get black MAC-11

Get blessed, I'm the reverend

I hustled, I rapped in my bedroom

From Brixton to Peckham

Any features with Hollow, just tell 'em

"I rapped with a legend!"

This flake so good, it came from Panama

My booter give it to you from a Yamaha

Half my brothers been remanded on a hammer charge

It's been a cycle since we had it on the handle-bars

Trilly spit the real rap and outsiders can't relate

This that double-barrel, balaclavas, masking tape

I'm from a town where we sold brown, eating After Eights (Uh huh)

Where they get you broad-day, don't wait till it's after eight

I'm a good yute, but I know how to use a spinners

Cah **** too inner

Back of the Bimmer, got a table, what's for dinner?

Devil may cry wolf, but nobody gon' hear you

Mummy's little angel, how I turn into a sinner? (How?)

But I ain't done repentin'

Keep an extra pair of gloves 'cause I ain't done trenchin' (Uh uh)

I ain't done clenchin'

Jimmy Conway, not Jimmy Henchman

Lift the whole thirty-six and I don't mean benchin' (Now what you say, y'all?)

Catch me watchin' Sopranos, eatin' pasta

Thirty-eight slugs, all gold like the BAFTAs

Push 'em in the maggie, call 'em Thatchers

They goin' through the walls like Casper

Told my ninjas chill, but they won't have a bar

They just wanna go and do a massacre

And rise up the Luger like my manager

They ever put your addy in the satnav

They ain't bringin' phones, but they gon' turn you to a hashtag