No-Coins, No Clothes

[Intro]
(Spoken over glitchy synths & deep bass)
"You laughed at us…"
"Called us crazy…"
"Now your shoes are made of cardboard, and your pants got no back."

[Verse 1]
2029, the future’s here,
If you ain’t got crypto, grab some lube and shed a tear.
No more banks, no more cash,
Sell your pride or sell your ass.

On the corner, in the rain,
No-coiner blues, yeah, feel the pain.
You called us nerds, said we were lost,
Now you’re spread wide for a fraction of a Doge.

[Pre-Chorus]
Ohhh, you should’ve bought the dip,
Now you’re dancing for a tip.
You were laughing back in '24,
Now you’re broke and selling more.

[Chorus]
No-coins, no clothes,
Open-anus pants, everybody knows.
Cardboard shoes, make ‘em fit,
Sell your soul for a little bit.
No-coins, no dreams,
Work the street or start to scream.
We warned you once, we warned you twice,
Now you’re sucking for the price of rice.
[Bridge]
(Glitchy breakdown, synth-heavy)
"Don’t fade the future."
"Don’t fight the chain."
"Don’t be the guy begging for change."
"You should’ve bought."
"Now it’s too late."
"The market don’t care about your fate."

[Outro]
(Slower, eerie vocals over ambient noise)
No-coins, no home,
Cardboard kingdoms, streets of stone.
Last chance, last hope,
Swipe that card—oh wait, you're broke.
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🎵 Genre: Cyberpunk Rap Rock