Royce Da 5’9″ – “I Don’t Age”

Royce Da 5’9″ is here with “I Don’t Age”. Watch the video, listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy, mp3 download the song self-produced by Royce da 5’9″.

Royce Da 5’9 I Don’t Age

Royce Da 5’9″ has been steadily putting out incredible music for decades now, and his latest body of work, the self-produced The Allegory, secured him the first Grammy nomination of his career. With one year having officially passed since Nickel released his milestone-achieving project, the Detroit lyricist came through with some visuals for one of the album’s standout tracks in “I Don’t Age.”

Visually, Royce opts to keep things relatively straightforward, at least in front of the camera. Behind the camera is another story altogether, however, as director Joe LeFleur utilizes the illusion of one singular long take for maximum immersion. All the while, Royce channels effortless charisma as a leading man, strolling through a dynamic household while chopping it up with the likes of KXNG Crooked and the Horseshoe Gang. There’s plenty of detail to appreciate in “I Don’t Age,” provided you can shift focus away from Royce’s bars and concentrate entirely on the visuals.

Royce Da 5’9″ – I Don’t Age (prod. Royce da 5’9″)

Lyrics

[Chorus 1]
Product of the dope game
Mama wanted no pain, Papa wanted cocaine
Papa smokin’ pot over the pot, over the stove flame

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus 1]
Product of the dope game
Mama wanted no pain, Papa wanted cocaine
Papa smokin’ pot over the pot, over the stove flame

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus 2]
Product of the dope game
Nostril full of cocaine
Violence over dyin’ over war games

[Verse 3]
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

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