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(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 alеrted, I was feelin' like a servant Ain't a part of thе 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' Letras de cancionesAnd 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 From Letras Mania