| Niggas talk a lot of shit bout the shit they ain’t got
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| Keep on talking, then we pull on his block
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| Trinidad «Don't believe me just watch»
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| Told my nigga Powers «Raise it a notch»
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| Speakers booming, nigga break up the box
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| Fuck a bitch, really only want top
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| Yeah I got my chopper, keep it for cops
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| Nigga rising I know
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| Hit the finest hydro
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| Nigga ride for that coast
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| Multiplying my hoes
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| Make her hit the high notes
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| Woah, woah
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| Hittin' gas and I float
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| Give me wings and I coast
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| Getting wings and I boast
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| Fuck your bitch off my post
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| Instagram got them hoes
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| Go god, and my partner young Gohan
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| Pump your breaks, you better slow down
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| And your bitch 0 to 60 just like the cortarc
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| 2Pac enter my heart my niggas won’t stop
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| 'Til they pull up at me like 50 I bet I won’t drop
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| Nigga moving city the city, spitting like cobra
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| Niggas chasing millions like Diddy but never sold pot
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| Niggas look stupid it’s silly going against God
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| Going against God
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| Going against God
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| Going against God
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| Leave it to me and I gladly deliver
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| She Snapchat that pussy same night I was in her
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| Sinners insane double S, Super Saiyan
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| Till mills on my bank I go hard like the pavement
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| Hibernate like caveman
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| Hyperbolic training
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| Hop up out off the booth, its burning, Usher Raymond
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| With the Kunta Kinte, your bitch call me sensei
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| If its not Blue faces I do not comprendé
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| I’m a comma chaser, no pause in my statement
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| As-salamu alaykum, no beef for your race
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| And the throne looking vacant so AK reclaim it
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| Hella weed inhaling help get me through the fakeness
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| I don’t even practice, AI with the talents
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| When I grip the mic I’m Jackie with the talents
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| Man truth never told unless I was the narrator
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| Average ass rappers we treat you like scavengers
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| Don’t get Meek Millied invincible
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| Troy, we pop at your Achilles
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| Can’t fuck with the normal popping in your city
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| You sold 50 albums tryna be like 50
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| My nigga like really
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| On a bigger better things that be the coast
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| Summer 16 belonging to the coast
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| Flatbush raised me baby, teeth be full with gold
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| Flag be on the left I’m repping for the low
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| Yeah we fresh to death you niggas can’t indulge
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| The Mary gang I pay your rent with my clothes
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| Just be shining gold it’s a magnet for hoes
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| AK might erupt I spit nightmares with flows
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| Kobe call me clutch from DM to her guts
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| Tell me I’m a genius g the bat at up
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| Kick her out like Gina she don’t get no clout
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| Thinking how I leave them going against the Gods
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| Going against God
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| Going against God
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| Going against God |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Going Against God , by - The Underachievers. Song from the album It Happened In Flatbush, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп