Bryson - NLE Choppa

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

(Ayy, JB, why they mad?)

Eh, eh, eh, eh, wo-woah, woah, woah-woah

Oh (Life good)

Can you see now?

Can you see now?

Woah, oh

Bryson, Bryson, everybody loves Bryson, oh

Bryson, Bryson, everybody loves Bryson, oh (Ayy)

Soul mission (Soul mission)

Soul 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

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

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

I 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, oh

Bryson, Bryson, everybody loves Bryson, oh

Ayy, swing like I’m Tyson (Like I’m Tyson), but I ain’t doin' no fightin' (No

fightin')

And I’ve been feelin' righteous

I’m going through enlightenment (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 (Red light)

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 (Uh-uh-uh,

uh-uh-uh)

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 the vegan plate (Eating on the vegan plate)

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

Cafe)

They ain’t open on Sunday anyway

Fuck your dinner date (Fuck your dinner date), you are what you eat

I’m countin' green, eatin' celery (Woah-woah-woah)

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

They tell me when they gonna wait

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' (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 goin' to touch me

They say «Protect Chop at all costs»

They need to change the subject

Bryson, Bryson, everybody loves Bryson, oh (Wo-wo-wow wo-wo-wow)

Bryson, Bryson, everybody loves Bryson, oh (Wo-wo-wow, wo-wo-wow)

Bryson, Bryson, everybody loves Bryson, oh

Bryson, Bryson, everybody loves Bryson, oh

Bryson, Bryson, everybody loves Bryson, oh

Bryson, Bryson, everybody loves Bryson, oh (Wo-wo-wow, wo-wo-wow)