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 guys who got the code names
I remember nodding' out, too hot, just watching' 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
Flier 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 things
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 his po's 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 G.O.A.T
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, hoe
My sobriety's been more faithful to me than these hoes
Never compromisin' my intellect for the Internet
Just send these goals in the rose
How the fuck this nickel-ninin', Yes Man
When 24/7, I stay in the no
'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
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 guys who got the code names
I remember nodding' out, too hot, just watching' 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
Flier 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 things
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 his po's 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 G.O.A.T
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, hoe
My sobriety's been more faithful to me than these hoes
Never compromisin' my intellect for the Internet
Just send these goals in the rose
How the fuck this nickel-ninin', Yes Man
When 24/7, I stay in the no
'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
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Writer(s): E. Johnson, Ryan D. Montgomery
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