With My Soul Lyrics

This is a disgrace before God Almighty
It stinks in the nostril of God

What if Allen Iverson was Chinese riding on a Harley
And danced with Sway Compton and Sharley?
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 their 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

(Damn, I sawed my dick way through)
(Shout out Michael McDonald)
(If God would call me!!!!)

Found like Michael McDonald I'm Gone With the Wind
Hopped out the coffin' to parallel parking 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 feelin' like the Great Bambino
Can't pickle the beast, this industry weak
Signed a deal for a mill don't make you run 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 joint static
Got that Ali magic
Realest since Big Pun you lookin' at it

(It is well with my soul)
(Get, get, gettin' closer to God!)