Trae - Can't Ban Tha Truth lyrics

rate me

[Yung Quis:]

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

[Brian Angel:]

Oh no, no, no, noooah...

Uh, you can't ban the truth

(Na no, na no no) [x2]

You can't ban the truth

(Na no, na no no) [x2]

You can't ban the truth

[Trae:]

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

[Brian Angel:]

Oh no, no, no, noooah...

Uh, you can't ban the truth

(Na no, na no no) [x2]

You can't ban the truth