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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 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 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 [?] with the image Letras de cancionesUh, 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) From Letras Mania