Braggin Rights by Tu Mane Lyrics

Braggin' Right

I'm feeling myself, You'on know..
I'm crazy, with Zoe..
And I got the Alter ego.. I'mma demon
So, Re up..
When We coming through.. And you see us..
Gang bang, make it stable, you see horse

I swallow my pride..
Incorporating, the chips.. In my vein
Styles, niggas, be getting on my Nerves
No taking personal, I'm letting it slide..

Y'all trynna fuck with me..
My bitch on the set, goal.. Wait for command..
Terrorising niggas, thinking they vets..

Oh, Damn.. I'm really upset..
Alter ego, I'm bout to flip.. Other side
Looking so cocky, I'm fully abreast..

Think it Twice.. Before you fuck with M..

I'm floatin' a bandwagon..
I'm still my son...
I father myself, still a slight Margin
I got Gifted Hands.. Call me ben carson
Twice my age, older than your step grandson

I got the braggin' right..
I'm M.. I got the braggin' right..
Only the weak, keeps Quiet.. That's why I'm ragging fast.. Man, with steady rap..

Glocks, sick.. Thumb ill, storm street.. With my thug Jean
On fleek, O.G, thuggery is the course, gee..
Unseat, Course mate.. Force Kate... Piercing false witness

Roll with Mary's son.. Guess that's a cross sickness
I'm Twice myself, Split M, into two.. The thieves with Jesus.. Insane

Bars? I spit it..
Rhyming simple
Scheme shaking, three tables... That's emerges killing
Ain't stopping there, I attracts.. More Fillings..
I'm not magnetic... But I fuel your thought... Petrol station

No waiting for M' know how we do it?
One dead.. I'm about to Two it
Three it, that's Thrice killin'
Be four you know it, I murdered y'all numerically

Hook

I got the braggin' right.. I got the braggin' right.. My nigga, you see me

I'm getting concubine... I'm getting concubine.. Wanna claim god.. Oh, really

Man with the steady rap.. Man with the steady rap.. My rhyming so crazy

Murdering you whore' lly fag, Murdering you Whore' lly fag... Bro it an habit

Verse 2

Y'all say you rap... One screaming "Disvirgined"
Guess you went off track... You choking yourself Cuz you wanna rap it..
Bro, quit thinking you dope.. Its not dopeness, Cuz you got views
Or you got fans.. You a dumb man.. Everything bout you show your wackness...

Come to think of it my nigga.. You goin' far, your manager couldn't bare you scream
You rap, you rap.. Your rhymes are slant, I'on think you've got a perfect rhyme scheme
Somebody tell this old fag, to quick being a kid
Vertigo nigga, you changing head position dont mean you dope.. Better go on your knees
I'm bout to bless, rappers now.. Y'all put hands on your head..
I'm bout to bless rappers now, I'on wanna see Tunevert
I'm bout to bless rappers now, Tell Y' mid to get the fuck
I'm bout to bless rappers now.. OAUTECH? Nobody...

Goin' out... Lemme check other people...
Usherdee? Nah.. I'on see no people..
Guess, no one to bless, So I better keep it
I'm god, so I'd rather bless me

I'm mad.. Ayy