Nope by MARTY, Derek Minor

Flop Era, Vol. 1 by MARTY

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Nope
by MARTY, Derek Minor

Album: Flop Era, Vol. 1

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 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

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)