A$ton Matthews - With My Soul lyrics

[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$ton throwing chopper parties Come through the court room with three lawyers The snub nose look like Verne Troyer Burn books to slander the name Got one hand in the game The other hand in the cane, I struggle with fame Raw dope pump through my veins Pumping my brakes before your father getting dumped in the lake Missing, found never, brown leather jacket player Take a b**h and decapitate her black potatoes Silence the missile Little bit of d** in the tissue You are not official Damn I gotta take a piss [Verse 2: A$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 k**ers bout to k** 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