Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Don't Age, artist - Royce 5'9. Album song The Allegory, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.02.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Entertainment One U.S
Song language: English
I Don't Age |
Product of the dope game |
Mama wanted no pain, Papa wanted cocaine |
Papa smokin' pot over the pot, over the stove flame |
Dollar short from acquirin' no change |
Started out with no shame, to ridin' 'round in Mulsanne |
Tolerance high, feel no pain |
Cotton mouth with thots who got the code names |
I remember nodding' out, too high, just watchin' Soul Train |
Now I’m yachtin' out the boat brain |
Hunnid thousand dollar gold chain |
Wife done got too pricey for a Cadillac |
Too icy to be fightin', too godly for a battle rap |
Too nice to be in cyphers, too deep for moderation |
Too free for exoneration and seekin' validation |
Young, black, receivin' salutations |
Product of the dope game |
Mama wanted no pain, Papa wanted cocaine |
Papa smokin' pot over the pot, over the stove flame |
Flyer than the sky, I am the pilot of the soul plane |
Writer of the 'pyro, I was a writer way before fame |
All y’all dudes is cyber, I come from the bottom right by the soil where the |
rose came |
I’m too private to try to expose lames |
And I’m too violent to be ridin' with those thangs |
I’m too shady to be neutral, these artists try to divide us |
If I go Kendrick Lamar, the world gon' watch the «Control» change |
I’m way too vicious to ask for my respect |
I’m way too Michelin for the dissin', man, listen |
Even mindin' my business I deal with entire sets |
Always on time to collect, like the IRS |
Product of the dope game |
Nostril full of cocaine |
Violence over dyin' over war games |
Die here and get choked, lames |
Die here in the choke chains |
Advise you in the full, mane, Siamese, your whole frame |
How can I be washed? |
I’m havin' shooter, rifle thoughts |
Suicidal thoughts, I should be writin' these rhymes in the diary of Cobain |
Beat him 'til his Bible lost |
Beat him 'til he dies and then beat his body 'til we revive 'em and then his |
pulse came |
Where I come from, I tell the jokes and you the joke |
Where I come from, I sell the dope, you do the dope |
My brethren, I’m not a legend, I’m not a vet |
Do not address me as second, I’m the best |
You niggas always sleepin', I’d rather stay woke |
They say you are what you eat, but I never ate goat |
I went from straight poor to shoppin' malls |
And Wraiths blowin' gray smoke |
Dialed in like conference calls |
Strapped up like Waco |
Playin' Hov, Friend or Foe |
Lost friends like Ross and Rachel |
In the road, big bro was a criminal |
Give you L’s, gimme O’s |
The only thing that look good on paper to me is Benji’s, ho |
My sobriety’s been more faithful to me than these hoes |
Never compromisin' my intellect for the Internet |
Dissin' these goals in the Rolls |
How the fuck is Nickel Nine a yes-man? |
When 24/7, I stay in the know |
'Fore I hold a grudge, I take a flight to Paris |
'Fore I spill blood, I drink a pint of theirs |
I don’t age |