Lyrics

[Intro: Brisco] YMCMB! Brisco Mike Bless talk to em [Chorus: Mike Bless] I stunt like this, cause I'm at a hand shit Ni**as can't tell me shit I don't want you, it's my turn When I ask for help, ni**as couldn't hear shit Let me tell em f ni**as I don't want you, it's my turn [Post-Chorus: Mike Bless] It seems like I was down all alone Now I'm back for more And it's my turn [Verse 1: Brisco] Highs on all petunias, I seize opportunities I'm going in, I told her B it's only you and me No candle lights, that's the J burning I know this money flown away, I ain't earning Out friends forced sweet dreams My closet jun couldn't mend with that intervene I hate kin's moments, by all means I possessed components, to change all things God Body, grandmothеr That's the mule of mine, significant othеr I'm level rapping, preaching ni**a Last song, Brisco chapter 7, favorite song [Chorus: Mike Bless] I stunt like this, cause I'm at a hand shit Ni**as can't tell me shit I don't want you, it's my turn When I ask for help, ni**as couldn't hear shit Let me tell em f ni**as I don't want you, it's my turn [Post-Chorus: Mike Bless] It seems like I was down all alone Now I'm back for more And it's my turn [Verse 2: Brisco] It feel good, cause a ni**a good And when it's time to feel good, let a ni**a cool But it's my turn though His success is all I earn for The lights, the crowd, the promo The night, the loud, the burn slow Use what I love most 10 years, tryna find the right approach Crushing down in a different coast Groupie love got me digging down in different holes These ni**as can't tell me shit I'ma grind til I motherfucking lick [Chorus: Mike Bless] I stunt like this, cause I'm at a hand shit Ni**as can't tell me shit I don't want you, it's my turn When I ask for help, ni**as couldn't hear shit Let me tell em f ni**as I don't want you, it's my turn [Post-Chorus: Mike Bless] It seems like I was down all alone Now I'm back for more And it's my turn [Verse 3: Brisco] I'm back home Still humbling the past ni**a See when I'm hurt, and it be hard for me To ask some ni**a And when I worry, my nerves' bad My pressure short Sky high, tryna follow What the label do Hood ni**a, wouldn't change for a dollar bill A diamond chain, of some victs wearing Prada heels Stunting like my daddy, cuz I really am never had shit since he had me We've been through traffic, paper plane, paper tag, papers you know the game This young ni**a got the title man You g money ni**a, spitting fire flames [Chorus: Mike Bless] I stunt like this, cause I'm at a hand shit Ni**as can't tell me shit I don't want you, it's my turn When I ask for help, ni**as couldn't hear shit Let me tell em f ni**as I don't want you, it's my turn [Post-Chorus: Mike Bless] It seems like I was down all alone Now I'm back for more