🎵 NOPE // by Marty

9 Contributors NOPE Lyrics [Intro: Marty] Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy [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, boy, I'd 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 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 [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, boy, I'd be stressed (Nope) Can't tell me that I ain't really blessed (Nope) [Verse 2: Derek Minor] 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 [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, boy, I'd be stressed (Nope) Can't tell me that I ain't really blessed (Nope)