🎵 CHRISTIAN RAPPER // by Marty

10 Contributors CHRISTIAN RAPPER Lyrics [Refrain: Marty] Nope I ain't the Christian version of your favorite rapper I am me [Chorus: Marty] 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) [Verse 1: Marty] 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) [Refrain: Marty] Nope I ain't the Christian version of your favorite rapper I am me [Chorus: Marty, Flop Radio Host, & Brenno] 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!) [Verse 2: Brenno & Marty] 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 [Refrain: Brenno] Nope I ain't the Christian version of your favorite rapper (Yeah) I am me [Outro: Marty, Flop Radio Host] 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)