NLE The Great (formally known as NLE Choppa) - Messiah (Devil’s Diss) | Lyrics

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NLE The Great (formally known as NLE Choppa) - Messiah (Devil’s Diss) | Lyrics:

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

[Verse 1]
You niggas 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 nigga living life like this
White bitch want dick, tables turn, type shit
Martin Luther King died for some shit like this
Malcom X had to cry for some shit like this
Tell Rosa Parks she can ride in thе Cullinan
And this my echelon flow, after this vеrse 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 than slavery
Joke's on you if a nigga try to play me
Glock without safety, don’t try for your safety, nigga
In a fight with a demon, let’s see how far he gon' take it
I buy her Chanel and pearls, all that other shit 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 niggas think I make it
Get so high up on these drugs, niggas thinking I was faking
Like a Muslim brother, we don’t fuck with no bacon
And we don’t fuck with no pig, I'd rather talk to my dick
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, nigga
So cocky, I’ll tell Beyonce Ion' 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 nigga 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 niggas in this world, nigga dying to live
And a nigga that’s willing to die, and I'ma die 'bout mine, nigga

[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 nigga turn me loose on them basic food groups, vegetables, and fruits
V32, O.J., nigga, don't fuck 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
It's touch and go, niggas, for you fuck-boy hoe niggas
When I buck and reload niggas tuck and roll
Nigga put that fire on ya ass like a stove, nigga
You plane Jane niggas broke, I want all the smoke
You dick ride from the back fucker
I don't need no coach
In jail watched them P. Diddy niggas, they’ll make ya puff when you drop the soap
I'm the Goat fucking 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 nigga, you can ask ChatGPT
CC me, I’m TTG, real nigga 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 fucking with the same beast, them other niggas ain’t me
They compromise for demise, what the Devil got to offer when the world already mine nigga?
Won’t cope with dope, have faith, fuck hope
Pockets on fatso, I’m leaning more than Fat Joe
I’m big dawg, you tad pole, pat-pat, your dad home
You niggas singing sad songs cause you earned a headstone
Stupid game, silly prize, niggas 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
Every day I’m fighting Satan, but I got the lord safety, uh


[Chorus]


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