A constant smog surrounding my brain.
Well rick james, maury jane
Must be the sickness that grows inside cancer patients,
Fuck the comradery with b rate artists
An illusion of the brain
Straight shots don’t toast champagne
Cause either you gonna whine or you climb; i chose the latter
I just want an answer, am i really like cancer?
Of cigarettes, cancer sticks, almighty fire with no smoke
Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat
I'll keep cursing the pastor calling him worse than a cancer
It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her
Go to school today, tomorrow, the day after
My raps are so good, i just cured cancer.
Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for
My uncle is in hospital fighting against cancer
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