Forever Foy Perspective on Blowing in a Lambo
I AM... Forever Foy - Detroit raised, westside to be exact! hip-hop bred, and creatively uncontained. I’m a artist, storyteller, and lifelong student of the culture. I make boom bap for the weirdos, music that makes you laugh, think, rewind, and screenshot. I'm not trying to be the biggest artist in the world—I’m trying to be the most unforgettable. KNODAT!
Every track I write is stitched together with pieces of my life—growing up on Detroit’s west side, losing my parents in 2020, being raised by a man who didn’t believe in shortcuts. "Blowing in a Lambo," for example, feels fun on the surface—but it's laced with the energy of grief, grit, and the urge to feel alive again. My music is therapy dressed in clever bars.
Saturday mornings. My mama blasting Motown—The Temptations, The Supremes—while cleaning the house. That was her ritual, and it became mine. The music stuck in my soul before I even knew what rhythm was.
Right after high school. My older brother was a DAWG! he played everything. Guitar, piano, drums. He and my cousin Micky (R.I.P.) would jam in their apartment. recording live, LIVE G!. No budget, no label—just PURE raw passion. That inspired me to start writing. But it wasn’t until years later, after I lost my parents, that I realized how badly I needed this again. That’s when I locked in.
Not As Planned is rooted in boom bap but bends into left-field rap, lo-fi chaos, and self-aware absurdity. It’s witty, gritty, and fun without ever being unserious. It lives somewhere between Earl Sweatshirt, Redveil, and your favorite Adult Swim commercial.
Three years ago, I was grieving, angry, quiet. My bars were heavy. Now, I’m sharper, freer. I embrace humor and flexing in a way that still hits deep. My flow dances between pain and punchlines. I let the weird in fs, lol.
Grief, ego, freedom, family, delusion, purpose. I like exploring the line between vulnerability and confidence. I’ll talk about therapy in one bar and clown my own insecurities in the next.
JPEGMAFIA. The energy, the unpredictability, the live show chaos—I feel like our styles would collide in the best way. That’s a tour that would feel like a mixtape turned live-action anime. Next, ONCE I HIT THE BIG LEAGUES, Tyler the Creator OF COURSE!
It sounds like they broke all the rules on purpose… and somehow made it slap. It’s confusing at first, then addictive.
It’s like a joke with seven layers. Boom bap that’s been through therapy. You’ll laugh, then rewind, then realize I said something that hit you too deep for comfort.
Give me James Brown at the Apollo. That’s raw soul. Unfiltered energy. You felt every second. And OF COURSE MICHAEL JACKSON
"Blowing in a Lambo." Not because it’s a hit, but because people sing it back to me. It’s proof I got something to say, and folks are really listening.
Wu-Tang (the whole collective), Tyler the Creator, and REASON. That’s culture, art, and introspection all wrapped in legacy.
Low ceiling. Cracked walls. Vinyls on the floor. A crowd that knows every lyric before I even touch the mic. No stage, just space. Me and the people.
André 3000. Not just for the bars, but for the freedom. He makes art without fear. That’s the energy I aim for.
A gas station bathroom. Someone left a Bluetooth speaker on… and it changed my whole mood.
Like they stumbled into something special. I want them to feel seen—even in their weirdest, wildest, or most painful moments.
Authentic. Clever. Unbothered.
Live. In-person. Unfiltered. But also through weird rollouts and concepts online. I like turning a song drop into an inside joke you have to be there for.
Every day. I used to write just to vent when I was younger. Now I write with intention. With layers. The practice became art, and the art became purpose.
A fan told me my music helped them get through their mother's passing " Missing Mom - Forever Foy ". That hit deep. That’s the power of music—it connects in silence.
Creating without compromising. If I can make something I’m proud of and it changes one person’s day—I'm good. Success is freedom.
By making boom bap playful again. By blending humor, depth, and lo-fi charm in a way that feels brand new but rooted in the past.
We’re mirrors. We reflect the world, distort it, and show people what they missed. Sometimes we’re the truth, sometimes the joke—but always the spark.
"Victory Lap" by Nipsey Hussle. That track screams confidence, hunger, arrival. It’s like a musical war cry.
Coming back after 10 years off. No support system. No safety net. Just grief and hope. But that fear fueled me fsfs.
Forgetting my verse mid-performance… then freestyling about forgetting it. The crowd still vibed, so I took the L with style, haha.
Stop chasing algorithms. Start investing in culture. Real art isn’t designed to trend—it’s designed to last FOREVER AND A DAY.
Man… plumbing ugh. Construction. Sales. Hustling every day. That grind shaped my discipline. You see it in my bars.
Videography, photography—they helped me frame my visuals and branding. My storytelling got sharper. Everything I’ve done feeds into the music. I mean, I dibble and dabble ha!
Absolutely. Especially after losing both parents. But music became my lifeline. And now, communities like RAPCAMP keep me grounded and my DOPE a** wife.
Seeing beauty in chaos. Knowing pain has purpose. Taking everyday moments and turning them into something that moves people.
Basquiat’s “Untitled (1981).” It’s loud, layered, and misunderstood—just like life, just like me.
Music, film, street photography. I like what’s raw. What’s real. What you feel before you even understand it.
Earl Sweatshirt for the depth, NAS for the legacy, and Tyler the Creator for his detail to freedom and artistry BY ANY MEANS!
Don’t wait for support. You dont need it right now. LOCK IN, Create anyway. The people who need your art will find it. KEEP MOVING FORWARD!!
My father’s voice in my head: “Keep moving forward.” That’s my fuel. That’s why I’ll never stop.
To build something that outlives me. A world. A sound. A movement. I don’t want to just be heard—I want to be felt. #fadefam WHOAINT!?
