NOPE - Marty

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Uh, covered in the blood

Whole lot of red, demons coming for my head

But I treat it like a flex

You can't tell me I ain't blessed (Nope)

Uh, I ain't need a private jet to tell me I'm elect (Nope)

Heard they wanna cancel me, dog, I could care less (Nope)

Saying only God could judge me, boy, I'd be stressed (Nope)

Can't tell me that I ain't really blessed (Nope)

Yeah, quit asking me for J. Cole beats, you not J. Cole

I'm running the plays like a coach

I'm holding the fish on the back of the yacht, gotta pose

I gotta g-g-g-go like I'm Moses

Before you go and they bury you

I had to bring you some roses (Woah)

I couldn't leave, the game is too boring, it's true (It's true, it's true)

Thank God they went around me, I'ma need a few (I'm back)

I had twelve behind me, what would Jesus do?

Ayy, they calling that standing on business

They say I won't pop if I can't do the gimmicks

They say I'm too Christian, it's gon' ruin the image

Uh, covered in the blood

Whole lot of red, demons coming for my head

But I treat it like a flex

You can't tell me I ain't blessed (Nope)

Uh, I ain't need a private jet to tell me I'm elect (Nope)

Heard they wanna cancel me, dog, I could care less (Nope)

Saying only God could judge me, boy, I'd be stressed (Nope)

Can't tell me that I ain't really blessed (Nope)

They talking like Minor is mental, took off like a missile

When God told me, "Tsk-tsk, go sic 'em," He pullin' the strings like a fiddle

It's nothing but dogs in my kennel

We go get the chicken and chew through the gristle

I'm covered in grace like a Thanksgiving dinner

My verses as cold as Canadian winter

If I kill the beat, do that make me a sinner?

Y'all should not let their opinions offend you

Mind of the vigilante, I ain't worried 'bout villains that's gettin' at me

They just squares, the one making Krabby Patties

I just pray for the kids like a baby daddy

And I'm standing on glory, Yeshua the ruler

And Yahweh the father, I ain't even bothered

I came in with nothing, I'm leaving with something

Ayy, Marty, he threw me the hoop, I'ma dunk it, let's run it

Uh, covered in the blood

Whole lot of red, demons coming for my head

But I treat it like a flex

You can't tell me I ain't blessed (Nope)

Uh, I ain't need a private jet to tell me I'm elect (Nope)

Heard they wanna cancel me, dog, I could care less (Nope)

Saying only God could judge me, boy, I'd be stressed (Nope)

Can't tell me that I ain't really blessed (Nope)