Lyrics Cancer - Zilla

Cancer

Blue jeans
bright dress
it’s so f-fresh 2000 it’s c-c-cancer
big dreams
gangsta
it’s so f-fresh 2000 it’s c-c-cancer
I’m missing air joes 13 retos
These OGs no retros
Tryin’a stack them dollas like Riflo
And I crease me a nigga no state flow
(my my) my cuffs stay muddy
What’s up bloody?
Big bees homie what it do five
Ain’t no checkin' me
Run up on me well I don’t give a fuck
Nigga shit I’ma skydive
Believe that
OG shit
See I’m usually on my low key shit
So I’m countin' money
Yeah it’s kinda funny
How they used to say I wouldn’t be shit
Hah
Funny how life work out tho'
I got me a thick reb on stat ho
Trilla didn’t have it in me niggas
I know on a low tryin’a go all about tho'
Tryin’a run their check up
Rearrange your whole shit from the neck up
If you come short one goddamn dollar
If I’m lying I’m flying better vest up
Mystified mislead
All my opposition gon' bleed
Yeah you get too old for some shit
But you never gon' get too old to take heed
blue jeans
bright dress
it’s so f-fresh 2000 it’s c-c-cancer
big dreams
gangsta
it’s so f-fresh 2000 it’s c-c-cancer
See I listen mo'
When I speak less
Used to have my mom handlin' a lotta stress
Eatin' me up got called at home
Life had her tired she could finally rest
Cruisin' 'round I be in deep thought
Sippin syrup heavy clutchin on my heat
To some of these niggas too comfy man
Get your ass wet think your shit’s weak
I ain’t never been one to glorify the streets
But it made me the man that I am today
And this music shit so fucked up
If you wanna win you gotta pay to play
Damn shame but this is how it go
You either get wid it or you get lost
Gotta pick-n-choose
Your battles wisely
Before you go to work gotta count them costs
I’m feelin' better than ever tho'
With a better grind and a better flow
And a closed mouth don’t get fed
If your ass hungry better let 'em know
My partner told me that I got the glow
Keep goin' in and stay prayed up
And fuck anybody don’t like this shit
Better keep it booled or get sprayed up