Messiah Freestyle Lyrics

It's too late for all them sorries and apologies

If you was my brother then you could come and ball with me

This ain't just my destiny, this the fucking prophet see

Don't you fucking mess with me, i'll regret something God'll see

Feeling like the 6 god, kinda with some rick ross

Went from cocky shit and big talk to going to pick locks

To driving with the blick cocked, going out to pick glocks

Now it's studded wrist watch, now it's time to pick rocks

And i ain't talkin bout the reup or none of that crack shit

Only time i cop white rocks is when they talking fashion

Roll a 3.5 in a backwood, I ain't fucking passing

Ain't help when i was dead broke, now look what happened

What's brackin, what's crackin, whatever you rep

Yo ima keep it straight up like a heterosex

Ain't you get your neck checked by the second to best

Don't ever forget, ain't nothing less than best

Ima different breed, different seed

Do you disagree?

Let's just let the numbers talk, i ain't out here fixin streams

And i ain't worried bout your block or some gang or your street

And if you could walk the walk, don't stop til you hit your dreams

For the people like the rock, i earned that belt, give that shit to me

I'll go off, double up, the quickest flip you've ever seen

Feel me, cause it's me

It's like this, look, look

Bro said get back to this music and watch how fast that the paper come

I ain't moving round here stupid, double up, look at these hater dumb

Cause it's all bout the paper, gold flavors, gonna make her cum

They ain't in it for the sound but the crowd and now i'm made the one

Look how i make 8 from 1, how i went to great from bum

Staying up from late to sun, rollin round like jamacian thumbs

Ima book her in LA, knock her out first rounds, laker suns

Then to the bay like i'm curry like ouu boy don't make him jump

Gucci, prada, the top shotta out here moving like a rasta

Every dolla, for my momma just to count up all these commas

After commas, ain't smoking grabba, it's jokes up in the frontos

Don't make me get the llamas, long nose spittin when they find ya

Label me a hustla or a grinda, if it ain't fam the nevermind ya

Come from behind ya, just to line ya , gun start singin like a choir

New cannon start to split ya like your first name mariah

I'm the messiah, sorta kinda, i'm the prophet, aint nun minor

Looking for your bitch, then with me is where you'll find her

Hit her shit from the back with her leg on the recliner

Now you're feeling lonely, so with revenge it'll take you higher

3 puncture holes in your white tee, closed case like a binder

I'm the don let me remind ya, the big buya

Big bags what i desire, having dinner with suppliers

I won't stop getting to it til the day that i retire

Then i'm out with my cvs got me taking trips to Praia

The used to call mister but now they call me sire

If you claim to be my bro, you probably a liar

If you know then you know, shoutout all my fuckin riders

This shit from the dome, i don't need no fucking writers

I be riding dolo unless i'm with my 4 lifers

If they don't get to shooting, then they walking up to slice ya

He said only got a .30 but he still shoot shit like a rifle

All my dogs gotta eat so if they bite ya then they bite ya