[** feat. Young Quis (of Abn) & Brian Angel (of Day 26):]
[Yung Quis:]
Five percent cruising through the city this a destiny*
Four then one in the hole I keep that b**h next to me
Focus on the rap game and nothing else
Haters speaking on my plug I got that b**h 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 sh** 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 n***as in the system somewhere tooked away
Station with a b**h whose intention is try'na f** today
No love I only down her and tell her to get the f** away
King of this f**ed up sh** they call the streets I'm unable to change
Hood attentions invested in this cla** of this foreign exchange
Gla** 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