Cancer

[Intro]
I got some issues

[Verse]
You ain't gotta tell me
You ain't gotta tell me nothin'
I gotta tell you
I came up out of them trenches, I know I got issues
I try to reach out to my family, I told them "I miss you"
I'm finna push in your city, put you on a list too
Silence a killer, I know what they say just to get you
Fuck her then put my chains on
Can't fuck around with no lame hoes
I seen the world then I came home
[?] fabric my taste, hoe
I'm finna buy my Range Rove'
Pushing down, no brakes, hoe
Substitute my love for you, that's something I just can't
Put my trust inside these bitches, I just can't
Spend a few thousand on a trip, then I make it back the same day
I'm finna buy these shoes and boot myself before this plane
I'm finna put my cell phone on DND, can't answer
When I go to Houston, every time, I fuck around with that dancer
Yeah, I went through a whole lotta shit, but I had to find my answers
Fell in love with a cancer, yeah, that shit was cancer
I tried to show you a vision, i tried to show you admission
I told you some things that they didn't
Gave you a lot of my time, can't say I regret any minute
I know we both for the distance, never compare you to any [?]
I hope you use all your senses