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We from the trenches for real, had to put these clothes on a clothes line (Trenches baby)

My No Limits from the Chi call me Drench (I say Fox every time)

You put a button on that gun, make sure the Gen a 3 and the Glock a 9 (It's 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 sent the frrt every time

****, the city so small, you gon' get off a pound or get caught out of bounds (I done got my rank up)

They DM me all locations, I'll pay for it now (Through vanish mode)

I gotta chill, I'm poppin' it, I notice everybody ain't got it, tss

Gotta rap '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 can up a different switch on my 'Gram (You'll fly too if you link up with Frenchie)

Make them **** 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 ****, 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 **** a hundred fifty, be a man about your losses (Tss, tss)

Every **** 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

**** 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 if this shit leave, then these hoes too

When I came across this lick, the Foxes did too (I'm talkin' 'bout this rap shit)

Ain't no more goin' to parties, ain't no more Lori Harveys (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 he a stand up ****, he gon' make your bail

I done seen it a million times

If a couple **** get shot, they'll run and tell

I respect what come with this (Foxes only)

I got shot, I took my lick

But you can ask around, Fatt Fox never went for shit

I know a couple **** personally got rich off goin' on them hits (Hoo)

I know a **** got bodies, the city found out through a bitch (He shouldn't have told her)

Them **** killed my auntie a couple days before I got rich (Tss)

Wonder where I'd be from back then to now if I went on that blitz (Hoo)

Probably be in a penitentiary, probably be in a fuckin' casket

The last **** that dissed, 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 **** rat on they homie, nowadays, **** point the finger at they mama

Fatt Fox take 'em to the finals, I'm on it

Before Bagg came, stood firm on that corner

Fuckin' a thick Crip bitch from Compton

Half these men with me fresh out for murder

I still got brothers gettin' jailed by a jury

I'll never slip, gotta hug on my jewelry

Heard a **** talkin' 'bout takin' my jewelry

Grab my yop-yop and put on my jewelry (All of it)

I ain't never worried 'bout a ****

Rich for real, get you killed through Twitter

I got real smoke in my city, this smoke I'm in, they'll kill my sister

This life I live, put on my back, my **** kids, put on my back (Friend)

Richest Fox, put on my back, carry all my **** on my back

Loaded, pussy, can't go flat, to West Memphis, they say 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 **** that sleep on a mat

Free all my Foxes