With My Soul

[Produced by The Alchemist, Budgie, & J Rocc]

[Intro]

This is a disgrace before God Almighty

It stinks in the nostril of God

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]

What if Allen Iverson was Chinese riding on a Harley

And ?

Me and A$ton throwing chopper parties

Come through the court room with three lawyers

The snub nose look like Verne Troyer

Burn books to slander the name

Got one hand in the game

The other hand in the cane, I struggle with fame

Raw dope pump through my veins

Pumping my brakes before your father getting dumped in the lake

Missing, found never, brown leather jacket player

Take a bitch and decapitate her black potatoes

Silence the missile

Little bit of drugs in the tissue

You are not official

Damn I gotta take a piss

[Verse 2: A$ton Matthews]

Feelin like Michael McDonald I'm Gone With the Wind

Hopped out the coffin to parallel park in the Benz

Maraschino is the color within

Can't tell a paint job from my skin

Walked in and left my nuts on her chin

She offered her friend, jacked off got my palm full of sins

At church use the same hand to dump the offering in

Lord forgive me but it's nothing when they know you're the man

Got me feeling like the Great Bambino

Can't pickle the beast, this industry weak

Sign a deal for a mill don't make you real in these streets

My nerve is bad and my killers bout to kill you for cheap

Stick to the beats cause bodies dropped if I'm feelin' this beat

Silly rabbit switch rims to join the static

Got that Ali magic

Realest since Big Pun you lookin' at it