Slim Reaper (I LUV U) Video (MV)

You keep lyin' when you oughta be truthin
Stop all that lyin' bitch
And you keep losin
When you oughta love it

These boots are made for walkin
And that's just what they'll do
One day these boots these boots are gonna walk all over you
Haha Aye G what up man

What up with these motherf*ckers man
A.N.M.O. to the to the motherf*ckin' death of me you feel me
Yeah

Look

Bitch I'm from the M
But I'm strapped down in the A bet not diss on the gang we come trim
Gettin' me to respond yeah them chances is slim
Only pronoun I studied in school is I'm him

Yeah I'm reapin' the body of rappers that speak on the game
I love when they hate it's all part of the game
Dissin' on me that's a shame
When the only reason that you poppin' is cause of my name
Bet stand in a line let me pick out the duck

Half them bitches that with you I probably done f*cked
They probably mad I wasn't keepin' in touch
So they linked up with you just to show they disgust
Don't even reply I done broke this shit down to a science

At first I ain't see but I see why you hang with Polo
Cause y'all fat ass don't do shit but eat and keep lyin
Yeah I'm out my mind in this bitch
Might just find me a lick if y'all bitches keep tryin

Leavin' bodies with traces of familiar faces
They don't know why people keep dyin
F*ck it the grave multiplying seen death with my eyes
Yeah that f*cked up my vision my intuition

Tellin' me to keep shittin' on niggas
Shit God know my heart I ain't trippin
I ask for forgiveness I know I ain't be livin' by you
I been stuck in my head like collision

Ain't puttin no oops in a blunt I done heard that enough
They in this cup that im sippin
Yeah f*ck what you heard this that drank drank
Got the rap game on clank clank

How you callin' me broke when I'm chasin' the bag
Like my name I be right at the bank bank
Yeah I'm poppin' I'm lit as a bitch
We got smoke for whoever you with

If it's juicy I might as well get gone
That was a bar yeah that hit home
I'm on they feet like some Rick Owen's
Probably couldn't even afford Bitcoin

Here lies a rapper I shit on
Get me pissed off and get pissed on
You were my sister but now I'm just ready for war
If it come down to that then let's do it

Heard your lil' song and I must give you props
But its shit that you said and I want you to prove it
I would speak on it first but that's givin' you clout
Anybody want smoke im the king of the riddles

None of you bitches is little
Can't pick a side might as well die in the middle
If you are Ellen I gotta be Oprah
If I'm Ali then you Rocky Balboa

See what I'm sayin' you need me to shine
Might try to deny yeah I know but it's fine
How you mad at a nigga for shit that you did
I won't speak on the business I've grown over time

Quit spreadin' them lies to them folks you around
And just tell them the truth that it's you and your mind
I was a brother you won't ever find and
You know it deep down that I'm one of a kind

And after this beef that yo ass tryna start
I'ma pay my respect then it's back to the grind
Yeah I'm too official mad I don't miss you
Ate my dawg off the bone ate him down to the gristle

Cookin' up on the stove you hold on to that griddle
This first one was slight second one gon' be kibbles
Dog food nigga