Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bankrupt , by - Ab-Soul. Song from the album Long Term 1 & 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 05.04.2015
Record label: AAA
Song language: English
Bankrupt |
| 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! |