
Friend or Foux Lancey Foux
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[Intro]
Feel it, ooh
I can feel it, I can feel it
Yeah
[Chorus]
I can feel it, I can feel it
I got angels with me, I got demons
I close my eyes wide shut and I can see them
I can't trust a soul, friend or foux, I can feel it
I can feel it, I can feel it
I can feel it, I can't trust a soul
I can feel it, I can feel it, I can feel it
Friend or foux, I can feel it
[Verse 1]
Got me paranoid, my radar making noise
Got a sword on me like Troy
Step, correct, cause this shit get me annoyed
The pressure, the stress, I'm no longer a boy
Fuck you mean? I still got tricks up my sleeve
I got traps, I got G's
I got racks, they onto me
Nigga please, what do you mean?
I put racks in my jeans, you don't want smoke with me
I dance in the ring like [?], I put price, I'm talking count to three
I can't trust a soul, friend or foux
Yes or no? I don't know
I don't wanna talk on the phone, no, no, no
Give her my [?] when I open the door
Ain't nothing new, I've been breaking the law
Countin' [?] dead, yeah, under the floor
Name on the gravestone, love weak and the hate strong
What we beefin' for? Can't make no money in war
Either way, gotta pay for the corn
Feel it, ooh
I can feel it, I can feel it
Yeah
[Chorus]
I can feel it, I can feel it
I got angels with me, I got demons
I close my eyes wide shut and I can see them
I can't trust a soul, friend or foux, I can feel it
I can feel it, I can feel it
I can feel it, I can't trust a soul
I can feel it, I can feel it, I can feel it
Friend or foux, I can feel it
[Verse 1]
Got me paranoid, my radar making noise
Got a sword on me like Troy
Step, correct, cause this shit get me annoyed
The pressure, the stress, I'm no longer a boy
Fuck you mean? I still got tricks up my sleeve
I got traps, I got G's
I got racks, they onto me
Nigga please, what do you mean?
I put racks in my jeans, you don't want smoke with me
I dance in the ring like [?], I put price, I'm talking count to three
I can't trust a soul, friend or foux
Yes or no? I don't know
I don't wanna talk on the phone, no, no, no
Give her my [?] when I open the door
Ain't nothing new, I've been breaking the law
Countin' [?] dead, yeah, under the floor
Name on the gravestone, love weak and the hate strong
What we beefin' for? Can't make no money in war
Either way, gotta pay for the corn
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