Let's go, let's go Niggas talk a lot of shit 'bout the shit they ain't got Keep on talkin' then we pull on this block Trinidad, don't believe me, just watch Told my nigga Powers "raise it a notch" Speakers boomin', nigga break up the box Fuck a bitch, really only want top Yeah, I got my chopper, keep it for cops (woo) 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 Hitting 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 And your bitch zero to 60 just like the cortarc 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 looking stupid, it's silly going against God Going against God Going against God Going against God (Love) 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 in my bank, I go hard like the pavement Hibernate like caveman, hyperbolic training Hop up out off 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 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 like they 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 Trina, she don't get no clout Thinking how I leave them going against the gods Going against God Going against God Going against God (Love) uh