Lyrics Cashless Society - Skip Dover feat. Queens Bully

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
Gotta break out of the system

Gotta 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 gotta 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
Gotta 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