"NOPE" lyrics
MARTY & Derek Minor Lyrics
Ay ay ay ay
Ay ay ay ay
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)
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 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 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 but I be stressed (Nope)
Can't tell me that I ain't really blessed (Nope)
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
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)
Ay ay ay ay
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)
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 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 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 but I be stressed (Nope)
Can't tell me that I ain't really blessed (Nope)
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
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)
