[Verse 1: Issa Gold]
Niggas talk a lot of shit 'bout the shit they ain't got
Keep on talking, bet 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 brakes, you better slow down
In your bitch 0 to 60 just like the Countach
2Pac enter my heart, my niggas won't stop
'Til they pull up, get me like 50, I bet I won't drop
Nigga moving city to city, spitting like cobra
Niggas chasing millions like Diddy but never sold pot
Niggas look stupid, it's silly going against God
[Chorus: Issa Gold]
Going against God
Going against God
Going against God
[Verse 2: AKTHESAVIOR]
Leave it to me and I gladly deliver
She Snapchat that pussy same night I was in her
Sinners insane, double S, Super Saiyan
'Til mills on my bank I go hard like the pavement
Hibernate like caveman
Hyperbolic training
Hop up out the booth, it's 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 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 reachin' like some 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?
Onto bigger better things, that be the coast
Summer '16 belonging to the coast
Flatbush raised me baby, teeth be full of gold
Flag be on the left, I'm repping for the low
Yeah, we fresh to death, you niggas can't indulge
Amiri gang, I pay your rent with my clothes
Just be shining gold, it's a magnet for hoes
AK might erupt, I spit magma with flows
Kobe, call me clutch, from DM to her guts
Tell me I'm a genius g the batter up
Kick her out like Gina, she don't get no clout
Leakin' how I leave them, going against the Gods
[Chorus: AKTHESAVIOR]
Going against God
Going against God
Going against God
Lord
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