Cashless Society ft. Queens Bully Lyrics

And I know

Yeah, and I know

And I know

They wish that they could sit where I could sit

Situation's sideways, so they're popping shit

Crazy, they could sight an op, do the opposite

Now they're sitting in the same seat that an op would sit

Never been no apologist, nor an apostle

Lord knows, far from communist, nonetheless

I'm sitting on a pile of hundreds and to be honest with you

I'm not trying to die on top of this

Told me it would save me, I'm not convinced and I'm kind of pissed

Vision's getting clearer, optimist optometrist

Ironically the blind insist on mocking sin

No socks in my moccasins, don't shoot yourself in the foot

That's what your problem is, I did the best that I could

I'll make sure it evens out when the odds get thick

Then vanish into thin air, dodge the mist

Turned Top Ramen to lobster bisque

How could I forget

They called me crazy, now they're asking for advice

I don't know what's coming next

Forget about the now, worry about the afterlife

Don't let money be the stress

Economy finished, autonomy isn't, they bother me

I honestly don't care about the shit

I'll be damned if I'm a victim

Got to break out of the system

Got to spend money to make it, bend money, don't break it

Buying shit just to trade it, go outside to get the inside information

Everybody in vests like it's insider trading

Load up with the right clique and save it

My saving grace, accepted forms of payment

Loyalty and respect, anything less, save it

All the emo G's using emoticons

All I did was block you and it broke your arm

Black belts in Shotokan, this time next year, I'll be on my South Dakota farm

I'm beyond putting tin foil over the smoke alarms

I think I know what's wrong

The shit they impose upon us, you focus on

I'm giving game, I dropped 102 points

Rapping, spraying, bruised joints

Fool's gold, fuck phrases that you fools coined

You've got to make it happen for the fruit of your loins

How could I forget

They called me crazy, now they're asking for advice

I don't know what's coming next

Forget about the now, worry about the afterlife

Don't let money be the stress

Economy finished, autonomy isn't, they bother me

I honestly don't care about the shit

I'll be damned if I'm a victim

Got to break out of the system

Okay, you bought it, do you own it

Tough question, so I'll postpone it

Did you fly in or get flown in

When's the last time you didn't know where your phone is and didn't notice

And when's the last time your friend needed some bread and you could've loaned it

To make sure his clothes fit or he won't be homeless

He ain't have fives, so you didn't roll it

He dropped a project, you didn't promote it

You posted Drake lyrics and pretended you ain't hear it

Your pockets swollen but the feeling broken, you're faint in spirit

Can't grow up until you outgrow it

Under hypnosis until we overthrow it

I know you hate to hear it, hear me out

We're not helpless, remain selfless, I sincerely doubt

Hate compels us, stay rebellious

When false evidence appears real, don't reel it in, reel it out

Avoid feeling comfortable, feel it out