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Going Against God Lyrics

The Underachievers – Going Against God Lyrics

[Verse 1: Issa Gold]
Niggas talk a lot of shit bout the shit they ain't got
Keep on talking, then we pull on his block
Trinidad "Don't believe me just watch"
Told my nigga Powers “Raise it a notch”
Speakers booming, nigga break up the box
Fuck a bitch, really only want top
Yeah I got my chopper, keep it for cops
Nigga rising I know
Hit the finest hydro
Nigga ride for that coast
Multiplying my hoes
Make her hit the high notes
Woah, woah
Hittin' gas and I float
Give me wings and I coast
Getting wings and I boast
Fuck your bitch off my post
Instagram got them hoes
Go god, and my partner young Gohan
Pump your breaks, you better slow down
And your bitch 0 to 60 just like the cortarc
2Pac enter my heart my niggas won't stop
'Til they pull up at me like 50 I bet I won't drop
Nigga moving city the city, spitting like cobra
Niggas chasing millions like Diddy but never sold [?]
Niggas look stupid it's silly going against God

[Hook: Issa Gold]
Going against God
Going against God
Going against God

[Verse 2: AK]
Leave it to me and I gladly deliver
She Snapchat that pussy same night I was in her
Sinners insane double S, Super Saiyan
Till mills on my bank I go hard like the pavement
Hibernate like caveman
Hyperbolic training
Hop up out off the booth, its burning, Usher Raymond
With the Kunta Kinte, your bitch call me sensei
If its not Blue faces I do not comprendé
I'm a comma chaser, no pause in my statement
As-salamu alaykum, no beef for your race
And the throne looking vacant so AK reclaim it
Hella weed inhaling help get me through the fakeness
I don't even practice, AI with the talents
When I grip the mic I’m Jackie with the talents
Man truth never told unless I was the narrator
Average ass rappers we treat you like scavengers
Don't get Meek Millied invincible
Troy, we pop at your Achilles
Can't fuck with the normal popping in your city
You sold 50 albums tryna be like 50
My nigga like really
On a bigger better things that be the coast
Summer 16 belonging to the coast
Flatbush raised me baby, teeth be full with gold
Flag be on the left I'm repping for the low
Yeah we fresh to death you niggas can't indulge
The Mary gang I pay your rent with my clothes
Just be shining gold it's a magnet for hoes
AK might erupt I spit nightmares with flows
Kobe call me clutch from DM to her guts
Tell me I'm a genius g the bat at up
Kick her out like Gina she don't get no clout
Thinking how I leave them going against the Gods

[Hook: AK]
Going against God
Going against God
Going against God

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