Letra de CHRISTIAN RAPPER - Marty

(Feat. Brenno (CHH), Shama Mrema)

Nope I ain't the Christian version of your favorite rapper

I am me

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

(I thought I cooked, y'all, but we in flop era)

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Woo-hoo)

Don't hype me up (Ayy, ayy)

Don't hype me up (Ayy, ayy)

Don't hype me up (Ayy, ayy)

Okay, fine hype me up (Ha-ha, ha, ha, ha) (Ayy, ayy)

Ayy, all these new rappers

It's getting too hard to follow (Ayy)

Shout out Apollo

Don't water the Gospel

Give them a word (Ayy)

The power gon' follow (Ayy, ayy)

She just a bird, it's Nelly Furtado (Brr)

Your man is a herb

You know we ain't spamming these girls to give them the Gospel (Ayy)

We not the same, I'm tryna put in that work

You tryna go viral (Ayy)

That ain't the flex that you think (Nah)

I own this a hunnid' percent (Woah)

Y'all gonna make me repent

I thought I told you close the door on us (Ayy)

We hoppin' the fence (Uh-huh)

Ayy, don't hype me up (Ayy)

Yeah, don't hype me up (Ayy)

Yeah don't-- hype me (It's flop-, it's flop!)

God got me, I feel like I'm the what (I'm the one)

Yeah, left the ninety-nine, I think I won (I think I won)

Yeah, I ain't leaving 'til I hear "well done" (I need'a hear it)

Yeah, I'm just saying practice what you preach (Woo)

Sheesh (Woo)

Nope I ain't the Christian version of your favorite rapper

I am me

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

(You're listening to flop radio)

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (You've heard the hits, now here's the mix)

Don't hype me up (Ayy, ayy)

Don't hype me up (Ayy, ayy)

Don't hype me up (Ayy, ayy)

Brenno, look (Ayy, let's go!)

They keep on talkin' 'bout likes and the follows

They pay for the numbers like they won the lotto (Ayy)

That dopamine hit when you pop like a bottle

But none of it last (None of it last)

This for the opps, they like 'be like the crowd'

But I got a pass (I got a pass)

The road that I'm walking

Ain't built for the ones who be wantin' it fast (Ayy)

I just be takin' my time, ayy (Takin' my time)

I just be gettin' what's mine (Gettin' what's mine) (Ayy)

I'm never leavin' my prime (Leavin' my prime)

'Cause I got God on my side (Okay)

I'll admit, when God's in it (Ayy)

The confidence is risin' up, I'm knockin' it (Yes, sir)

They better cop a Benz (Ayy)

And cop a lens, the kingdom biz (Woah)

The only Way, the prodigals (Yeah, yeah)

My Provider, smoke from the bush, man (Woah, woah, ayy)

He bringing the fire (Woah)

Walk in the room with the holy attire (Woah, okay, okay)

We do it differently, givin' 'em hope (Ayy)

And love with the similies (Yeah)

Reading in Romans like I be in Italy

Faith like a minor, man, I got the kid in me

You don't got God, gotta be kiddin' me, boy

I pray that you give Him a reach

They try to laugh at the vision, but really we winnin'

'Cause we be the ones with the peace

Don't make me preach (Woah, ayy), sheesh

Nope I ain't the Christian version of your favorite rapper (Yeah)

I am me

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Ayy)

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Ayy)

(F-L-O-P, flop radio)

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Ayy)

(Why would you think about touching that dial?)

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Ayy)

(F-f-f-f-f-flop radio)

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