Letra de Bryson - NLE Choppa

(Pipe that shit up, TnT)

NLE the Top Shotta, I got the bombs like Al-Qaeda

(Ayy, JB, why they mad?)

Life good

Can you see now? Can you see now?

Bryson, Bryson, everybody loves Bryson

Bryson, Bryson, everybody loves Bryson (Ayy)

Sole mission, sole purpose

Mom knew I was worth it since the day that I was birthed and came out of her lurkin'

Lookin' at all of the nurses, she said I was special

Knew that shit, that was for certain

I would've thought this world was perfect, but it came with some curses

Ayy, read between the verses, if the truth, you been searchin'

I woke up, I'm alerted, I was feelin' like a servant

Ain't a part of the circus, my soul been overworkin'

She can't handle my burden, but she say she want a Birkin

I fell asleep in churches, I ain't know what he was chirpin'

Within myself, I got faith, then prayers start unfoldin'

I know that God real, but not the way that they had told us

Bryson, Bryson, everybody loves Bryson now

Bryson, Bryson, everybody loves Bryson now

Ayy, swing like I'm Tyson, but I ain't doin' no fightin'

And I've been feelin' righteous, I'm going through enlightenment

Conscious of a psychic, in between her like hyphens

They sayin' I don't know shit, but wait 'til it hit the fan

Groundin' up in the sand, the work put in, I seen dividends

I'm a bigger man, better man, I got a better plan

If you don't understand, where's somebody with some understandin'?

Pineal gland in my crown and I got the upper hand

Put the blues in rubber bands, I attract abundance

Affirmations daily, that's why blessings keep on comin' in

3-6-9, when I wake, I write it three times

Six times in the daytime, nine at nighttime

Put positive thoughts into your heart, it'll change your DNA

Negative thoughts, they fall apart, now a nigga thinkin' straight

I don't even smoke weed no more, I put that on the Heaven's gates

Speakin' on the Heaven's gates, I know I'm going to Heaven, man

Ayy, I never thought I'd say this, but I'm eating on a vegan plate

Don't take me to Chick-fil-A, I'm eatin' at the Grand Cafe

They ain't open on Sunday anyway

Fuck your dinner date

You are what you eat, I'm countin' green, eatin' celery

I don't care what nobody else think or say

Self-love the best love, self-hate got you out of shape

Distractions all in your face, ayy, tell me when they gone away

Donald Trump the last president, ain't no more candidates

Turned my backyard to farmland, but grew up watching Gangland (Gangland)

On the block hangin', I had my Drac' singin

All the negative you put in, you get it back, that's dangerous

Felt like all my karma came back when I got famous

Put the good in, you get the good out

I don't even tote my gun no more, 'cause I'm knowin' that I'm good now

Universe keep working for me, ain't nobody gonna touch me

They say, "Protect Chop at all costs," they need to change the subject

Bryson, Bryson, everybody loves Bryson now

Bryson, Bryson, everybody loves Bryson now

Bryson, Bryson, everybody loves Bryson now

Bryson, Bryson, everybody loves Bryson now

Bryson, Bryson, everybody loves Bryson now

Bryson, Bryson, everybody loves Bryson now

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