Текст песни Cashless Society - REASON , Ginger Trill

Swipe, no cash
Swipe, no cash
Swipe, no cash
Swipe, no cash
Swipe, no cash
Swipe, no cash
Swipe, no cash
Swipe, no cash
I'm from a cashless society
The biggest part of the economy
Where poverty is the equality
And everything happening violently
But then we talk about it quietly
And then we go about it cowardly
'Cause getting arrested is never a stress for them niggas
They always gon cop a plea
That's when they come back with a lot of beef
Like they're from Miami, with all the heat
They wanting your numbers like lotteries
But like winning a Grammy you gotta speak
Telling you shut up and drop on knees
You screaming and begging Oh Stop It Please
They not even asking you properly
With your wife and the kids property
K1, K1, K1, I don't know who safe though
We want paper major
Anything gon change though
These drugs make us wake up
Get the money any way though
They just make us braver
Ask my nigga Dajo
Nearly lost a finger tryna figure
Why these little niggas got hate though
Could've been the bigger nigger
Let it simmer, but it got a little racial
So then he went again
'Cause he wouldn't let?
Little did he get it
You can never get a hater nigga tryna waste you
High schools, no cash
Bottle stores, no cash
Corner stores, no cash
Prostitutes, no cash
Hospitals, no cash
Cops got no cash
Church got more cash
Swipe swipe no cash
Hook
Swipe swipe, no cash x 8
I'm from a broken society
Law is part of the economy
Colonisers stole the land from us
But I'm not about the polotik
Bottoms line we get the bottoms
That you gotta buy the land you want some property
Wasn't educated properly
Fuck I know about a title deed
Prolly catch me at the intersection
With a sign that says please hire me
No food, no money
No one to look up to or inspire me
The only people who survive here doin crime here
That's the irony
But my people tired of crying here
Busy dyin here
At the bottom of the crab bucket that we call society
Hospitals got no cash, cop stations, no vans
Skater kids got no Vans
Skater park got no ramps
Thugs hang around to gang bang
Kids caught up in the cross fire
Over turf wars, gang land
Swipe swipe no cash
My people ride or die, no gas
For the right price
Know some buck guys who could drive by your mans
Night night no lullaby
Yeah I'm talking about the other side
My people come from the other side
Where you either or become an otherwise
Become a victim of a system
Perfectly designed for you to not survive it
Like when Nyaope hit the township
Had them teenage boys wildin
Lives lost over violence
Gun shots, screams, sirens
Cameras ain't go live then
They forgot about us, I remind them
High schools, no cash
Bottle stores, no cash
Corner stores, no cash
Prostitutes, no cash
Hospitals, no cash
Cops got no cash
Church got more cash
Swipe swipe no cash
End