I Don't Age (Explicit)-Royce da 5'9"

歌手 : Royce da 5'9"
语种 : 英语
时长 : 02:47

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TXT I Don't Age (Explicit)-Royce da 5'9" 文本歌词

I Don't Age (Explicit) - Royce da 5'9"
Lyrics by:R. Montgomery
Product of the d**e game
Mama wanted no pain papa wanted c*****e
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 their 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 d**e game
Mama wanted no pain papa wanted c*****e
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 'pyrus I was a writer way before fame
All y'all dudes is cyber I came from the bottom
Right by the soil right 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 d**e game
Masterful of c*****e
Violence over dyin' over war games
Die here and get choked lames
Die here in the choke chains
Advise you in the full man
Siamese your whole fram
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 po's came
Where I come from I tell the jokes and you the joke
Where I come from I sell the d**e you do the d**e
My bredrin I'm not a legend I'm not a vet
Do not address me as second I'm the best
You n***as 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 a row
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 h*s
Never compromisin' my intellect for the Internet
Just send these goals in the rose
How the f**k this nickel ninin' yes man
When 247 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