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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
NLE Choppa
NLE Choppa
Vocals
Ayaana Nash
Ayaana Nash
Background Vocals
Ink
Ink
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryson Potts
Bryson Potts
Songwriter
Justin R Bradbury
Justin R Bradbury
Songwriter
Terrenace Lamar Duncan
Terrenace Lamar Duncan
Songwriter
Thomas Horton
Thomas Horton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nate Graves
Nate Graves
Recording Engineer
Aaron Mattes
Aaron Mattes
Mixing Engineer
JB
JB
Producer
Lamar Keys
Lamar Keys
Producer
TntXD
TntXD
Producer

Lyrics

Pipe that shit up, TnT 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 wokе up, I'm alerted, I was feelin' like a sеrvant 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)
Writer(s): Bryson Potts, Thomas Horton, Terrance Lammar Duncan, Justin R. Bradbury Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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