[Verse 1]

Baseheads waking up and rockin' the suburbs

Have resources to take over straight from the cupboards

Knowing they the shit, playin Sims in The Urbz

Taking over the block, they know their smarts, they got numbers

Close your shutters, they bout to make changes

The best way to suffer is to not make exchanges

Between them and their wallets and papers, long pages

Ain't worth it 'round here, gotta team up with strangers

Demolishing your memories, buildings with emotions

They raising money trees like Bob Saget did the Olsens

Their new slogans replacing the old ones

A new witty one-liner ready to make motions

Construction near my house been here so long, it's white noise

So much dust in the air, you'd think we smoking Viceroys

Busters and buyers making the quick buck

Did you like this grassy field? Too bad, we don't give a fuck

[Hook]

I ain't living my dollar days

Stuck living in a trash compactor, not a solid phase

Sympathy for the blue collars

Setting up the shit for the pigs up to commerce

[Verse 2]

I been avoiding jobs like I saw it's third eye

Don't want my time to get struck like the swatter and the fly

Ain't have time for sloggers, nor do I have time for lashes

Graveyard shifts ain't for me, ain't no Hash-Slinging Slasher

Food service is a joke, they let anybody sneak in the crevice

They be messing up orders, got them tacos with just lettuce

Pimple-popping greasy freaks be fired for their weak knees

Or breaking rules 1, 2 and 3, their attention isn't guaranteed

Who knows, they might be carrying diseases

Ain't want their sausage-finger fleas getting into my bacon-cheese

Jesus, nobody gives a mothafuckin *ding!*

Girl can sit in special class and say "I'm the manager of Burger King!"

Uh-huh, like I said, claim ya bag

Better than me, I run out of volunteer work like we playin tag

I'd make any excuse to get out of making dough but feeling less

I tell them my stomach hurt but they can tell I B.S

[Hook]

I ain't living my dollar days

Stuck living in a trash compactor, not a solid phase

Sympathy for the blue collars

Setting up the shit for the pigs up to commerce