Bankrupt Ab-Soul

[Chorus]
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 your own when the going gets tough?
The tough get going

[Verse 1]
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 fully negative dick
Finna get a nickel for every cent if that makes sense
Uh, head shot, you're dead Ock
If feds knock alibi is I was on Ed’s block
You niggas ain't ready for me to get into mischief
Grimy 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