We from the trenches for real, had to put these clothes on a clothesline (trench baby)
My no-limits from the Chi' call me Drench (I say fox every time)
You put a button on that Glock, make sure the gen a 3 and the Glock a 9 (which gon' shoot the best?)
No lie, that shit all facts, I say to gangsters: It's time (in hip-hop)

Stood firm every time they shot at me, I took the fed time
Nigga, the city so small, you gon' get off a pound or get caught out of bounds (I done got my rank up)
They deal me all locations, I pay for it now (through vanish mode)
I gotta chill, I'm poppin' it
I notice everybody ain't got it (tss)
Gotta ride 'bout the struggle 'cause this lifestyle, everybody can't buy it

I ride for disciples, crips, bloods, T's, Meeks (I put on for the 5)
Tss (we got plenty)
Every day I go and get the switch on my 'gram (you'll fly too if you link up with Frenchie)

Make them niggas respect your name
Show the opps you ain't playin' no games
Show that bitch you don't need her, show that ho you can run up a million cash (frrt)
Get you some solid niggas, make sure they stand firm on your name

I had to learn in these streets that the judge ain't playin' no games
Gave my nigga a hundred fifty, be a man about your losses (tss, tss)
Every nigga you see me with, 'bout them, I'll hit the coffin
I was on that frontline, one day I looked at my K and told myself

Niggas constantly quittin' their dreams, but all my dreams made a million dollars
I tried that trappin' shit (it didn't work), I tried to pimp a bitch (got knocked)
I ain't gon' lie, only thing I ain't tryna trim is that lackin' shit (they gon' blow your ass off)
I wanna do for my city, but I know they'll blitz my shit
But that ain't got nothin' to do with them kids, I still buy school outfits (it's off the love)

Uh, I know that she leave, then these hoes too
When I came across the lethal, the foxes did too (I'm talkin' 'bout this rap shit)
Ain't no more goin' to parties, ain't no more love to harvest (need a real one)
When I die, bury her too

When your circle weak, it's gon' fail (hoo)
I done seen it a hundred times
Protect the ticket, protect the image, 'bout him go to jail
If you'll stay with them niggas, you gon' make your bail (I done seen it a million times)
A tough nigga get shot, then rat and tell

I respect what come with this (foxes love)
I got shot, I took my lick
But you can ask around, Fatt Fox never went for shit
I know a couple niggas purgin', and they got rich goin' on them hits (hoo)

I know a nigga got bodies, the city found out through a bitch (he shouldn't have told 'em)
Them niggas killed my auntie a couple days before I got rich (tss)
Wonder where I be from back then to now if I would've went on that blitz (hoo)

Product of bein' in penitentiary, product of bein' a fuckin' casket
The last nigga that diss, now he can't say shit (on Zai)
I was in my feelings, I don't give no fuck
Two hundred thousand, bulletproof truck

The shit Zai told me goin' to the grave, but before that, prices goin' up
I got hits like Birdman and Wayne, Fatt Fox motivation to this game
I make a grown man wanna get cheese and make a fifteen-year-old go catch a brain

Every gun around me cocked and loaded, go see if dude wired up: Fox, get on it
I really seen niggas rat on their homie, nowadays, niggas point the finger at their mama
Fatt Fox take 'em to the finals, I'm on it
Before Bagg came, stood firm in that corner

Fuckin' a thick Crip bitch from Compton
Half these niggas with me fresh out for murder
I still got brothers gettin' jailed by a jury
I'll never slip, never huggin' my jewelry

Heard a nigga talkin' 'bout takin' my jewelry
Grab my Yopper, then I put on my jewelry (all of 'em)
I ain't never worried 'bout a nigga, rich for real, get you killed through Twitter

I got real smoke in my city, the smoke I'm in, they'll kill my sister
This life I live, put on my back, my niggas' kids, put on my back (friend)
Richest Foxx, put on my back, carry all my niggas on my back

Loaded, pussy, can't go flat
To West Memphis, that side, I can't come back
I got the industry watchin' my city, two hundred racks'll wipe your whole 'jects (your projects)
Phone call, come and collect (free point), pay dues, I come to collect (pay what you weigh)

I got more streams in the streets than Kai Cenat
I'm poppin', for real, the world'll tell you that
With a rap bitch, I had sex
I got a real gaffer on my head, still got a bond with niggas that sleep on a mat

Free all my foxes
Tss, free all my foxes

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