NOPE

[Intro: Marty]
Ay ay ay ay
Ay ay ay ay

[Chorus: Marty, Derek Minor]
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 but I be stressed (Nope)
Can’t tell me that I ain’t really blessed (Nope)

[Verse 1: Marty]
Yeah, quit asking mе for J. Cole beats, you not J. Cole
I’m running thе 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 they go and bury you
I had to bring you some roses
I couldn’t leave, the game is too boring, it’s true
(it’s true, it’s true)
The godly went around me, I’ma need a few (I’m back)
I had twelve behind me, what would Jesus do?
Ay, 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 [?] with the image

[Chorus: Marty, Derek Minor]
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 but I be stressed (Nope)
Can’t tell me that I ain’t really blessed (Nope)

[Verse 2: Derek Minor]
They talking like Minor is middle
Took off like a missle
When God told me (tck-tck) go sicko
Me pulling the strings like a fiddle
Was nothing but dogs in my kennel
We go get the chick and then chew through the grizzle
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
It’s gettin’ nabby, they just squizzed
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
Ay Marty, he threw me the hoop I’ma dunk it
Let’s run it

[Chorus: Marty, Derek Minor]
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 but I be stressed (Nope)
Can’t tell me that I ain’t really blessed (Nope)