Seeds Songtext
von Pell

How you gone win when you ain′t right within?
And how you gone pretend that you anti-me
Been in here before, deja vu times three
And all i see is clones, star wars Young P
ID looking different cause I got much bigger
Fakes got missing, my patience got thinner
What is your name? I can't remember
And even if i did, I don′t know y'all niggas

Man i swear y'all tripping
Worried who I′m seeing cause they can′t hang with us
We ain't turned pop thats the champagne pimpin
Seattle nights had me out my denims
And in those linens
Living out dreams, lucid this vision
Learn everyday you speak I listen


Rap life got me questioning my friends again
Trying to write scripts, Netflix no chilling man
Rappers want to be actors so I′ll hire them with benefits
And get em out they fuck boy membership
Remember this

I ain't got time for it
When did rap become a pageant show for gold awards
These bars break backs, chip spinal chords
Coming for ya so you can′t ignore him

Ain't that a bitch, ain′t that a bitch
Ain't that a bitch, ain't that a bitch
They′ll never know shit
Don′t even exist to me


My grass green enough
I pity the fool keeping up with us
Just give me the time to feed the soil
And we gone live and grow forever more
Coffee shop cooling
Throwing back beans you can keep the kombucha
I was out in San Lucas, thinking how the hell we do this
It done cost me everything but my soul hallelujah
Go to church every verse but this not soul music
Studio then rehearse, then right back to it
Homie send a verse then i write back to it
Dodging calls from my ex 'fore I′m right back to her

Po-po got the kid dodging feds like coodies
Homies sipping slow on some Fela Kuti
Did it independent now they question how I'm moving
Draft day when i play how the broad all choose em
First round how the verse sound
Now I got the haters throwing in the towel, yeah
Menace now, I could never finish now
Snapchat beat account, almighty the intro
Don′t need a pencil, paint on instrumentals
Pellcaso, abstract tip hot hoes
Since a snot nose girls pretty no flacko
Reach for my Johnson no rock though
I been on a roll since Cabo
Never been a ganger lames dopple
The head hancho, so cold
Not a home wrecker but your girl getting reckless
She hit me on twitter tell her never ever text it

Yeah
It goes down in the DMs
Holla when you see em
Working am to the pm
I be on to the game pledge allegiance
In God we trust, I been running from my demons
Yes Lord
It goes down in the DMs
Holla when you see em
Working am to the pm
I be on to the game pledge allegiance
In God we trust, I been running from my demons

My grass green enough
I pity the fool keeping up with us
Just give me the time to feed the soil
And we gone live and grow forever more