Gino Marley - Tru Story lyrics

Front Street
The Front
I'm on it
Front Street
I'm on it
Front Street
The Front
I'm on it
Front Street

I know the rules of the game (Of the game)
I don't need no fame
(No fame) , I'ma get money (Money)
Block been hot since 2001 (Been hot)
Hunds, got two thousand on me (They on me)
And a bitch gon' fuck for
Shoes that she want
(She want)
But a bitch can't get none from me
(None from me)
And the crew gon' pick any day of the month
To trap 'cause a nigga love money (Trap)
Vanilla all-white cars and all black guns
Gon' shoot what's on me (Blaow)
And the dash gon' hit two-twenty
(Two-twenty)
And a pound on stand for the mornin'
(For the mornin')
And I still bag up white, smokin' with a gun
I said I was workin' at Tony (Tony)
And watch out with twelve, they on me
(They on me?)
And count what I made in the mornin'

And I'm still gon' pull up
Servin' outside
My whores out here get lonely (Ding)
Four loads of trap bags on me (It's on me)
Two kis in my backpack lonely (They lonely?)
I was workin' that front
Couldn't miss one sale
And dodge indictments only (Only?)
Too low for a statement
Know nothin' bout steel
Pull up on capers only (Damn)
Became familiar with it, we learned with it
And the rest of my guys, they on it
(They on it)
Gon' pull out sticks
(Them sticks) , if you shoot, don't miss
Got too used to throwin', scorin' (Blaow)
Got two by the bed and one by the shower
(The shower?)
Ain't no one gettin' close up on me
(Up on me?)
Got two by the bed and one by the shower
(My shower?)
Ain't no gettin' close, I'm on it
(I'm on it)
Two clips and a mask, I'm on it (I'm on it)
Got a bitch with the bells who bonin'
(She bonin')
Run up so much, true story (True story)
I was workin' that buildin'
Had to run up them stories
Two clips and a mask, I'm on it (I'm on it)
Got a bitch with the bells who bonin'
(She bonin')
Run up so much, true story (True story)
I was workin' that buildin'
Had to run up them stories

I know the rules of the game (Of the game)
I don't need no fame
(No fame) , I'ma get money (Money)
Block been hot since 2001 (Been hot)
Hunds, got two thousand on me (They on me)
And a bitch gon' fuck for
Shoes that she want
(She want)
But a bitch can't get none from me
(None from me)
And the crew gon' pick any day of the month
To trap 'cause a nigga love money (Trap)
Vanilla all-white cars and all black guns
Gon' shoot what's on me (Blaow)
And the dash gon' hit two-twenty
(Two-twenty)
And a pound on stand for the mornin'
(For the mornin')
And I still bag up white, smokin' with a gun
I said I was workin' at Tony (Tony)
And watch out with twelve, they on me
(They on me?)
And count what I made in the mornin'