Bankrupt - Ab-Soul

When the chips are down, the funds are low

And nobody’s around to pull you out of this hole

Can you hold your own?

If you ain’t got a dollar to your name can you maintain?

Can you hold you own when the going gets tough?

The tough get going

Starving artist, rib-cage showing

Give me the loot or give a semi to shoot

Then after, pass the Absolut

I’m trying to hit a lick, probably knock out your tooth

I’m fully equipped with a

Finna get a nigga for every cent if that makes sense

Uh, head shot, you’re dead Ock

If feds knock alibi I was on block

You niggas ain’t ready for me to get in the mischief

Grimmy with it I hope the motherfucking disk skip

What?!

You niggas think you better than me?

Cause you got more cheddar than me?

Huh?

You ain’t a spitter cause you got a lot of followers on twitter

My body of work would probably embody your Godzilla

I ain’t a jerk, I’m an asshole

An I don’t wanna hear you rap unless your cash flowing

When the chips are down, the funds are low

And nobody’s around to pull you out of this hole

Can you hold your own?

If you ain’t got a dollar to your name can you maintain?

Can you hold you own when the going gets tough?

The tough get going

Shit, and I’m a mad muthafucka with a loaded clip

Do the math muthafucka!

That’s 15 bullets in a nine and one in the chamber, hit you right between the

eyes

And even if you live you can’t defy the odds

Catch you while you’re checking your safe, SUPRISE!

Oh, you thought I was playing with you?

Your man look sleepy so he gon be laying with you

I should’ve told you muthafuckas straight from the start

Got the flame, if I aim it’ll burn you to ashes

Got the blunt rolled all I need is a spark

And watch the paramedic roll up with elastic

Stretcher carry your ass they’ll bury you fast

You venereal and a dick head, how bout that?

Blowing more O’s than a Cherrio cereal bag

Serial killa for the skrilla;

maniac

And like when the camera take a picture I’m finna snap

Your fucking head off your neck then reattach it back

Brainacs get they mind blown

Can’t have a migrane when your mind gone

When the chips are down, the funds are low

And nobody’s around to pull you out of this hole

Can you hold your own?

If you ain’t got a dollar to your name can you maintain?

Can you hold you own when the going gets tough?

The tough get going

Down to my last and my ship is sinking fast

I ain’t looking for the sympathy, I’m looking for the cash

I ain’t looking for my enemey but if he in the way I put the pistol in his mouth

Let him get a taste

Fore you eat say grace, you know I’m coming with the blammer

Not to shoot, just to use it to beat you like a case

What’s the root of all evil?

A baker said the cake

Gardner said the green, you know what I mean?

I’m sick of digging in my pocket for nickels and dimes

Somethings got to change or I’m resorting to crime

P95 in my palm.45 in my waist

You got a diamond?

Run it or nobody’s safe

Bill Gates is rich and Ab-Soul is poor

I’ll rob his old ass from his head to toe

And as a matter of fact I’m finna blow a bank up

Mindstate of a nigga that went bankrupt!