"TRU" lyrics

Tru shit, aye, aye
Tru shit, aye
Tru shit, aye, aye
Tru shit
Tru shit, aye, aye
Tru shit
Tru shit, aye, aye
Tru shit

Poppin shit like dem boys' Gothghanistan
And he slidin' with the bands
Big drum on the shhh, man it sound like a band
Drum line, front line, shit, bitch, Gothghanistan
Dirty bands, wipe ya tears
Soulja rag match the gear
Why my souljas gotta cry? I got blood in my eyes
Blood rain, the hood cry
Blood on my tattoos, blood spill for a hundred years
Gave her like a hundred years, gave her like a hundred years
Damn, that's a hundred tears, damn, that's a hundred shells
Damn, niggas catchin' hell
Niggas catchin' this and that
I done grew up 'round some snakes, and I done grew up 'round some rats

Gang keep it T-R-U, ooh
In the field, I got mud on boots
In the field, you got troops that ain't gone shoot
In the field, you got [?]
I don't really give a fuck, one deep, slide down
And my heart bleed black, goth shit, paint the town
And I don't... bleed the same blood as him
All my niggas booted up, booted up like some Timbs

Booted up [?]
Souljah rag, souljah shawty
T-R-U
[?] what it do