Foley Spirit ft. DEADPAN Lyrics

CHECK!

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And in Genesis it says

That on the seventh day

God rested

Then God blessed

He is risen

I let these little fuckers eat, you bastards better know ya place

Son em all, but never claim em, don't you come up out ya face

Walter White when I'm assaulting mics, I did this for my children

And still win, have bitches say my name, no Rumpelstiltskin

That's your destiny, child; don't switch up the style

Not the person should dial

You get sent to the pile

Leave my peers, twitching here

The crowd, they can all stream this

Cause the pen, pack a punch

With strength like its Paul Phoenix

The king who brought the iron fist

Whose roar attracts the lioness

Aligned with this

Cleanse my opposition like a Zionist

"Heard Foley is real", that's why I'm hostile making hip-hop

Only traction come from shitting on niggas. I'm making tik-toks

Dance for me bitch, my weakest shit, could be their greatest hits

Reason why they clicked; you the reason why they skipped

That's the reason why I dipped

Bunch of reasons I could pick

Now they all up on my dick, and tryna get a song with Snick?

Fuck off, nigga

Forgive them Father for they know not what they do

Matter of fact, I blame myself

IT'S MY FAULT, for baring my soul and letting these muthafuckas see me vulnerable

IT'S MY FAULT, for letting these muthafuckas think that we the same

IT'S MY FAULT, for letting these muthafuckas think they can approach me

When at the end of the day

I am GOD to these niggas

I am GOD to these niggas

Non black kid, you cannot say nigga

Forget what you been hearing from the tokens

And all the coon shit they be evoking

Provoking; my understanding? Wrong, you met the right one

Always wanna say it, but they never treated like one

Put bodies on bodies

Leaping over graves like Tomb Raider

Seen as a womb slayer, resume later

Quick to beat a pussy up, so no, I'm not a pacifist

My chick, she cum, cant stand for shit; so no, she not an activist

Who asked for this? Need asterisks for all of y'all accomplishments

Engraved on every trophy "had to ride on Foley's cock for this"

Not a diss; maybe just a little, just a smidget

You will never have my number; I could spot you seven digits

This ya best? Not gonna hold you, bro. That's embarrassing

There's really no comparison, crusading more than Saracens

Spit it thru the wire

Then stick it to the flyers

Foley Spirit, don't need death, so you can walk with the Messiah

I AM HIM (I am him)

And he is, I (he is I)

F-O-L-E-Y (CHECK)

Spirit (yeah uh)

Don't fear it (don't fear it)

Now watch me lay hands on the wicked (the wicked)

Then watch em pay bands tryna flip it (tryna flip it)

Condemning everyone that's after profit (after profit)

You know the Judases, they want the prophet (the prophet)

You know the Judases, they want the profit (the profit)

You know the Judases, they want the prophet (they want the prophet)

You know the Judases, they want the profit (the profit)

You know the Judases, they want the