Lyrics WHERES LANCEY - Lancey Foux

WHERES LANCEY

I don’t know, I don’t know
Friend or Foux, I don’t know (Feel it)
Friend or Foux, I don’t know
I got angels with me, I don’t know
I got demons, I don’t know
I can feel it, I can feel it, I can feel it (Paranoid)
I can’t trust a soul
I can feel it, I can feel it, I can feel it, I don’t know (Friend or Foux)
Woah (Psh), okay
Yeah (Yea)
Huh?
Psyke!
Yeah
Jay Trench
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know
Who my Friend or Foux?
Woah
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know
Who my Friend or Foux?
Woah
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know
Who my Friend or Foux?
Woah
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know
Who my Friend or Foux?
Woah
Just got a grip, so I’m back on my shit
The pagans already know what it is
They watching, pursuing and stalking the kid
It was all bottled up, till I took off the lid
How many times you gonna talk about drip?
You ain’t really doing nothin' until you’re causing a spillage
I was just shotting food for a couple of quid
Now it’s 25K for like 25 minutes
I don’t know who’s my Friend or Foux
I don’t wanna talk and I don’t wanna do business
Everything difficult, everything different
Any time I remember what I got, I missed it
Life is a game and they all wanna play
Just 'cause I make it look realistic
Just got rich, and I’m tryna' get richer
Young black man tryna fuck up the system
Got a young black queen and I’m showing her off (Yeah)
No, no, no you can’t get what I got (Yeah)
Can’t be like me, can’t roll where I rock
Doors folded and my pockets are not (Psyke)
They don’t understand me it’s pissing them off
I jump to the bag, I criss and I cross
I don’t know who they are, I don’t know what they want (Huh?)
I’m taking my aim, I’m shooting my shot
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know
Who my Friend or Foux?
Woah
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know
Who my Friend or Foux?
Woah
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know
Who my Friend or Foux?
Woah
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know
Who my Friend or Foux?
Woah
Deeper than road, this is deeper than rap
You can go, but you ain’t coming back
I was just broke, took immediate action
Nigga, what gang?
I’m the gang and the faction
Look in the mirror and I see the mandem
She ain’t no ho, but she know what’s happening
I tell her no, she gonna have a tantrum
African G, nah-nah, no wrangler
No challengers, niggas can’t match
Niggas can’t banish us
I got the baddest one up in the passenger
Blowing her brains, blowing her back
Breaking her frame, breaking the bank
I don’t wanna talk, don’t mention or at me
Better yet, catch me, better yet match me
Feel like I seen this before
Top to bottom, front to back
They hate you when you’re young, rich, and you’re black (Huh?)
Nothin' ain’t changing with that (Huh?)
Already died and I’m back (Huh?)
I’m fuckin', I’m blowin' from the back (Huh?)
Walk in the room relax (Huh?)
Smoking a fruit pack (Huh?)
Head turn around when I’m shaking her hand (Huh?)
I’m too busy watching my back (Huh?)
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know
Who my Friend or Foux?
Woah
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know
Who my Friend or Foux Woah
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know
Who my Friend or Foux?
Woah
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know
You my Friend or Foux?
Woah