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