Trae Tha Truth, Brian Angel, Young Quise - Can’t Ban Tha Truth lyrics
[Trae Tha Truth, Brian Angel, Young Quise - Can’t Ban Tha Truth lyrics]
Five percent cruising through the
City this a destiny
Four then one in the hole I
Keep that bitch next to me
Focus on the rap game and nothing else
Haters speaking on my plug I
Got that bitch by myself
I'm a trapper, H-town representer
Put God's soul let me
Paint the perfect picture
D-boy swag snatchin something with
The paper tags
My money coming out of paper bags
I smoke kush back to back I mean by the sip
ABN gang, love folks and crips
Swaggin on them fo's
I'm bout to drop the fifth
I pull a six in the one liter let's sip
I'm on another level from them haters
I'm talking gallery condo skyscrapers
My hustle right so shit I had to have it
That's why I'm a neuver
Issue through this traffic
Oh no, no, no, noooah
Uh, you can't ban the truth
(Na no, na no no) you can't ban the truth
(Na no, na no no) you can't ban the truth
Picture me thuggin
Underneath the ghetto somewhere
Duck the weight livin for my niggas in the
System somewhere tooked away
Station with a bitch whose intention
Is try'na fuck today
No love I only down her and tell
Her to get the fuck away
King of this fucked up shit they call
The streets I'm unable to change
Hood attentions invested in this class
Of this foreign exchange
Glass houses is sorta 'nough for
Me to try to focus
Looking for haters with this cannon
Case you haven't noticed
Hard to reach I'm so far
Off inside the deepest cracks
I'm true Cobain suicide on
The deepest tracks
I think I'm J Prince, I think I'm
Ghetto legend picture me inside
The same shoes
Thirty years still operating the same views
Robert Davis in the head
Holding these same screws
And when I go I hope they
Praise me with the same news
And leave these haters with the same blues
Oh no, no, no, noooah
Uh, you can't ban the truth
You can't ban the truth
City this a destiny
Four then one in the hole I
Keep that bitch next to me
Focus on the rap game and nothing else
Haters speaking on my plug I
Got that bitch by myself
I'm a trapper, H-town representer
Put God's soul let me
Paint the perfect picture
D-boy swag snatchin something with
The paper tags
My money coming out of paper bags
I smoke kush back to back I mean by the sip
ABN gang, love folks and crips
Swaggin on them fo's
I'm bout to drop the fifth
I pull a six in the one liter let's sip
I'm on another level from them haters
I'm talking gallery condo skyscrapers
My hustle right so shit I had to have it
That's why I'm a neuver
Issue through this traffic
Oh no, no, no, noooah
Uh, you can't ban the truth
(Na no, na no no) you can't ban the truth
(Na no, na no no) you can't ban the truth
Picture me thuggin
Underneath the ghetto somewhere
Duck the weight livin for my niggas in the
System somewhere tooked away
Station with a bitch whose intention
Is try'na fuck today
No love I only down her and tell
Her to get the fuck away
King of this fucked up shit they call
The streets I'm unable to change
Hood attentions invested in this class
Of this foreign exchange
Glass houses is sorta 'nough for
Me to try to focus
Looking for haters with this cannon
Case you haven't noticed
Hard to reach I'm so far
Off inside the deepest cracks
I'm true Cobain suicide on
The deepest tracks
I think I'm J Prince, I think I'm
Ghetto legend picture me inside
The same shoes
Thirty years still operating the same views
Robert Davis in the head
Holding these same screws
And when I go I hope they
Praise me with the same news
And leave these haters with the same blues
Oh no, no, no, noooah
Uh, you can't ban the truth
You can't ban the truth