Slim Reaper (I LUV U)

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 motherfuckers man A.N.M.O. to the to the motherfuckin' 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 fucked 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 fucked 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