[Intro]
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

[Verse 1]
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, n***as catchin' hell
N***as catchin' this and that
I done grew up 'round some snakes, and I done grew up 'round some rats
[Verse 2]
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 n***as booted up, booted up like some Timbs

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