RPM MSC - Going Against God lyrics

[Verse 1: Issa Gold] n***as talk a lot of sh** bout the sh** they ain't got Keep on talking, then we pull on his block Trinidad "Don't believe me just watch" Told my n***a Powers “Raise it a notch” Speakers booming, n***a break up the box f** a b**h, really only want top Yeah I got my chopper, keep it for cops n***a rising I know Hit the finest hydro n***a ride for that coast Multiplying my hoes Make her hit the high notes Woah woah Hitting gas and I flow Give me wings and I coast Getting wings and I boast f** your b**h off my post Instagram got them hoes Go god, and my partner young Gohan . Pump your breaks, you better slow down And your b**h 0 to 60 just like the cortarc 2Pac enter my heart my n***as won't stop Till they pull up at me like 50 I bet I won't drop n***a moving the city the city spitting like cobra n***as chasing millions like Diddy but never sold n***as look stupid its 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 p**y 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 out off the booth, its burning, Usher Raymond With the Kunta Kinte, your b**h 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 [?] The throne looking vacant so AK reclaim it Hella weed and hail ain't 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 a** rappers we treat you like scavengers Don't get Meek Millied invincible Troy, we pop at your Achilles Can't f** with the normal popping in your city You sold 50 albums tryna be like 50 My n***a 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 Im repping for the low Yeah we fresh to d**h you n***as 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 I dig into her guts Tell me I'm a genius g the bat at up Pick her out like Gina she don't get no cloth Thinking how I leave them going against the Gods [Hook: AK] Going against God Going against God Going against God