"Other than 1950 Group areas act, the government created racially sacrigated areas and forcebly removed people from neightborhoods reserved for white people. From 1950 until 1983 one of the largest mass removals in modern history took place." 

Hook 
No cash 
No cash 
No cash 
No cash 
Swipe, no cash x8 

Verse 1: Reason 
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 
They 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 in the property 
K1, K1, K1, I don't know who's 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 
You can ask my nigga Dajo 
Nearly lost a finger tryna figure 
Why these little niggas got hate though 
Could've been the bigger nigga 
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 

Bridge
High schools, no cash
Bottle stores, more cash
Corner stores, no cash
Prostitutes, more cash
Hospitals, no cash
Cops got no cash
Church got more cash
Swipe swipe no cash

Hook
Swipe swipe, no cash x 8

"Though apartheid was officially terminated in 1994, throughout South Africa neighbourhoods are mainly structurally segregated and the vast majority of blacks citizens are in poverty"

Verse 2: Ginger Trill
I'm from a broken society
Lowest part of the economy
Colonisers stole the land from us
But I'm not about the polotik
Bottom line we at the bottom still
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 and 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 bad 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 overcome or otherwise
Become a victim of a system
Perfectly designed for you to not survive in
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

Bridge
High schools, no cash
Bottle stores, more cash
Corner stores, no cash
Prostitutes, more cash
Hospitals, no cash
Cops got no cash
Church got more cash
Swipe swipe no cash