Feat. Action Bronson & A$ton Matthews
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(Intro)
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This is a disgrace before God Almighty
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It stinks in the nostril of God
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(Verse)
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What if Allen Iverson was Chinese riding on a Harley
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And danced with Sway Compton and Sharley?
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Me and A$ton throwing chopper parties
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Come through the court room with three lawyers
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The snub nose look like Verne Troyer
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Burn books to slander their name
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Got one hand in the game
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The other hand in the cane,
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I struggle with fame
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Raw dope pump through my veins
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Pumping my brakes before your father getting dumped in the lake
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Missing, found never, brown leather jacket player
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Take a bitch and decapitate her black potatoes
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Silence the missile
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Little bit of drugs in the tissue
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You are not official
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Damn, I gotta take a piss
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(Damn, I sawed my dick way through)
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(Shout out Michael McDonald)
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(If God would call me!!!!)
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(Verse)
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Found like Michael McDonald I'm Gone With the Wind
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Hopped out the coffin' to parallel parking the Benz
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Maraschino is the color within
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Can't tell a paint job from my skin
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Walked in and left my nuts on her chin
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She offered her friend, jacked off got my palm full of sins
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At church use the same hand to dump the offering in
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Lord forgive me but it's nothing when they know you're the man
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Got me feelin' like the Great Bambino
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Can't pickle the beast, this industry weak
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Signed a deal for a mill don't make you run in these streets
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My nerve is bad and my killers 'bout to kill you for cheap
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Stick to the beats cause bodies dropped if I'm feelin' this beat
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Silly rabbit, switch rims to joint static
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Got that Ali magic
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Realest since Big Pun you lookin' at it
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(It is well with my soul)
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(Get, get, gettin' closer to God!)
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With My Soul
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| The Alchemist |
