Going Against God - The Underachievers

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 pot

Niggas look stupid it’s silly going against God

Going against God

Going against God

Going against God

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

Going against God

Going against God

Going against God