Messiah (Devil’s Diss) Lyrics – NLE The Great

[Intro]
Higher, higher, higher
The greatest (Yeah, ayo)
These n!ggas ain’t richer than my left wrist, period (The greatest)
The greatest, yeah, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1]
You n!ggas ain’t richer than my left wrist
Yellow diamonds, hundred thousand got you pissed
Twenty-thousand for a fit, wear it once, then I ditch
Ain’t a young n!gga living life like this
White b!tch want d!ck, tables turn, type s*it

Martin Luther King died for some s*it like this
Malcom X had to cry for some s*it like this
Tell Rosa Parks she can ride in the Cullinan
And this my echelon flow, after this verse prices inflated
Crack baby really made it hard-knock, hard rock
Hard life, push white, so pure it cause hyperventilation
My respect, mane, I need some compensation
Don’t tell me be patient, I might die waiting
Tombstone six feet above me, say “The Greatest”
Harvard students might have to study my cadence
Harder than pavement, more serious then slavery
Jokes on you if a n!gga try to play m
lock without safety don’t try for your safety, n!gga
In a fight with a demon, let’s see how far he gon’ take it
I buy her Chanel and pearls, all that other s*it up in the world
Just to tell her get naked, I’m getting back to the basics
A mil’ on every occasion, I’m getting so much of this bread, them n!ggas think I make it
Get so high up on these drügs, n!ggas thinking I was faking
Like a Muslim brother, we don’t fu*k with no bacon
And we don’t fu*k with no pig, I’d rather talk to my d!ck
I got a Glock and a SIG, I’m tryna knock off his wig
Give him a grave and dig and put him six feet in
He head-first ’bout the beef, we leave his body in pieces
Found his arm in the streets and found his head in a freezer, n!gga
So cocky, I’ll tell Beyonce I’on need her

So cocky, I’ll preach a sermon to the preacher
Some different, turn an atheist to a believer
I’ll turn a college dropout to an achiever
Turn a dyke to a diva, turn Timberlake to a Bieber
To Jehovah to a witness and turn a n!gga in a crisis to a Christian
Picture me rolling, that’s how we living
Picture me rolling, that’s how we living
Killed ’em if he make that decision
Cross that line we gon’ cut his head off like a chicken, huh

[Chorus]
Living fast, I gotta move on
I got like ten wives, this a group home, I’m getting higher
Me and God celebrating in the sky, son of the most high, I’m Messiah
On they neck like a tie, thin line between a truth and a lie
Two type n!ggas in this world, n!gga dying to live
And a n!gga that’s willing to die and I’ma die ’bout mine, n!gga

[Verse 2]
On my word, you a bird, I scramble letters to mix and match
These egg-head cats, rhymes in raps are chicken scratch
I got the body on the Ginseng boost, so don’t hold me n!gga turn me loose on them basic food groups, vegetables and fruits
V32, O.J, n!gga, don’t fu*k with my juice
I’m in my Lee jeans kicking ass like Bruce
Let’s see the Lion vs. The Cobra, which one is declared
King of the jungle once their fighting is over
Its touch and go, n!ggas, for you fu*k-boy hoe n!ggas
When I buck and reload n!ggas tuck and roll
N!gga put that fire on ya ass like a stove, n!gga
You plane Jane n!ggas broke, I want all the smoke
You d!ck ride from the back fu*ker
I don’t need no coach
In jail watched them P. Diddy n!ggas, they’ll make ya puff when you drop the soap
I’m the Goat fu*king the GWoat, Clarissa Shields
Come and ride the boat, Superhead my dingaling as I watch her choke it down her throat
I’m King D ruling the Queen P, PPV
Me and Nicki Minaj X-rated on DVD, porn TV
I’m that n!gga, you can ask ChatGPT
CC me, I’m TTG, real n!gga ACT, made a three plus thirty-three
Surgically ain’t showing courtesy, you must ain’t heard of me
Hurting you ain’t hurting hurting me, different shoe different feet
New levels new devils fu*king with the same beast, them other n!ggas ain’t me
They compromise for demise, what the Devil got to offer when the world already mine n!gga?
Won’t cope with dope, have faith, fu*k hope
Pockets on fatso, I’m leaning more than Fat Joe
I’m big dawg, you tad pole, pat-pat, your dad home
You n!ggas singing sad songs cause you earned a head stone
Stupid game, silly prize, n!ggas still ain’t recognized
Desensitized, so it’s hard for us empathize
They know like Shawty Lo, went through Hell, but I’m back though
Bread up, I was fed up, got more cheese, I don’t lack toast
Tryna stay sedated, without using medications
Everyday I’m fighting Satan, but I got the lord safety, uh

[Chorus]
Living fast, I gotta move on
I got like ten wives, this a group home, I’m getting higher
Me and God celebrating in the sky, son of the most high, I’m Messiah
On they neck like a tie, thin line between a truth and a lie
Two type n!ggas in this world, a n!gga dying to live
And a n!gga that’s willing to die and I’ma die ’bout mine, n!gga