Lyrics Downfall - Snick Foley

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Flesh of my flesh
Blood of my blood
Flesh of my flesh
Blood of my blood (Yeah)
Flesh of my flesh
Blood of my blood
Flesh of my flesh (Yeah)
Blood of my blood (YEAH)
Flesh of my flesh
Blood of my blood
Flesh of my flesh
Blood of my blood
Cause everything I'm not made me everything I am

I played the opposition tryna play me out position
Started selling. Getting paid. They tried to take me out commission
With everything I bogart. QU, we go hard
I'll snatch your fucking Goyard, then toss it, better go yard
Smell it on you, yous a bitch. Spare me wit the foolishness
Ya pops was pussy too, shouldn't blame you for your tutelage
All I had to eat this week was ramen and some tuna fish
So if you want the smoke, gladly bring to you the hookah mist
Risk it, send ballistics, see my pen is like a silo
Don't voice me no opinions better keep them fucking sighs low
Grown ass men, in they feelings acting young now
If I take my hat off it's to throw it at you, word to Kung Lao
Crowned quick like Doncic. Back up on my don shit
Talk slick. Give you all this work for free like convicts
Fuck Duke, I'm UNC, consider this a eulogy
Think rich white man; there is nothing you can do to me
Heard you say you plan to get me killed like that
They creatine; I know they ain't really built like that
These rap niggas using bots, buying streams, how they take names
Numbers looking strong, til we see thru all the fake gains
Civilians watch in awe, like "Foley, you ain't miss"
Cause the way, that I spray, look like Klay, in a game 6
Long range, like when Dame hot, yeah I got an aim bot
I picked ya grave, got different plans? Still put you in the same plot

Yeah they talk big, but it only make em sound small
Jealous ones envy, steady praying on my downfall
Let em talk big, it only make em sound small
Couldn't prey on me, so now they praying on my downfall
Yeah they talk big, it only make em sound small
Jealous ones, envy, steady praying on my downfall
Let em talk big, it only make em sound small
Couldn't prey on me, so now they praying on my downfall

You can try to find the... double entendre, in my stanza
Black heart, darker than Kwanzaa, in Wakanda
Sick of these suggestions from you fucks who never done shit
Acting like some bully, till some bullets, hit you dumb quick
Realized on the sofa sleeping ten feet from my granny
I share alot of blood with folks I don't consider family
That's the crazy part about these goals; when they pan out
Those be the same, muthafuckas asking for a handout
Y'all ain't on my team, there's no need to say it subtle
Tried to help them learn the play they looked befuddled in the huddle
Don't ask me why I'm hostile, I was raised in this environment
No more swinging. Come back shooting. Jordan out retirement
Been the bigger person, anger worsened, cause I tend to be
Tryna stay zen and not reciprocate the energy
Saw them tryna hustle, wished them luck with it
Now its fuck, that shit! Y'all can suck my dick

Yeah they talk big, but it only make em sound small
Jealous ones, envy, steady praying on my downfall
Let em talk big, it only make em sound small
Couldn't prey on me, so now they praying on my downfall
Yeah they talk big, but it only make em sound small
Jealous ones, envy, steady praying on my downfall
Let em talk big, it only make em sound small
Couldn't prey on me, so now they praying on my downfall
Praying on my downfall
Praying on my downfall