FREE SMURK, BIG EDDIE & CAM lyrics

[Intro]
We from the trenches for real, had to put these clothes on a clothes line (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 sh*t 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
n*gga, 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)

[Verse]
Make them n*ggas respect your name, show the opps you ain't playin' no games
Show that b*tch you don't need her, show that ho you can run up a million cash (Frrt)
Get you some solid n*ggas, 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 n*gga a hundred fifty, be a man about your losses (Tss, tss)
Every n*gga 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
n*ggas constantly quittin' their dreams, but all my dreams made a million dollars
I tried that trappin' sh*t (It didn't work), I tried to pimp a b*tch (Got knocked)
I ain't gon' lie, only thing I ain't tryna trim is that lackin' sh*t (They gon' blow your ass off)
I wanna do for my city, but I know they'll blitz my sh*t
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 sh*t)
Ain't no more goin' to parties, ain't no more love to harvest (Need a real one)
When I die, burry 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 n*ggas, you gon' make your bail (I done seen it a million times)
A tough n*gga 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 sh*t
I know a couple n*ggas purgin' and they got rich goin' on them hits (Hoo)
I know a n*gga got bodies, the city found out through a b*tch (He shouldn't have told 'em)
Them n*ggas killed my auntie a couple day 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 f*ckin' casket
The last n*gga that diss, now he can't say sh*t (On Zai)
I was in my feelings, I don't give no f*ck
Two hundred thousand, bulletproof truck
The sh*t 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 c*cked and loaded, go see if dude wired up, "Fox, get on it"
I really seen n*ggas rat on their homie, nowadays, n*ggas 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
f*ckin' a thick Crip b*tch from Compton
Half these n*ggas 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 n*gga talkin' 'bout takin' my jewelry, grab my yopper, then I put on my jewelry (All of 'em)
I ain't never worried 'bout a n*gga, 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 n*ggas kids, put on my back (Friend)
Richest Foxx, put on my back, carry all my n*ggas on my back
Loaded, pus*y, 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 b*tch I had sex
I got a real gaffer on my head, still got a bond with n*ggas that sleep on a mat
Free all my Foxes
Tss, free all my Foxes