Nope
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
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)
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
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)
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
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)
