seeds - Pell

How you gon' win when you ain’t right within?

And how you gon' 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 yo' name?

I can’t remember

And even if I did, I don’t know y’all niggas

Man, I swear y’all trippin'

Worried who I’m seeing cause they can’t hang with us

We ain’t turned pop that’s the champagne pimpin'

Seattle nights had me out my denims

Yes Lord, and in those linens

Living out dreams, lucid this vision

I learn everyday you speak I listen

(learn everyday you speak I listen)

Rap life got me questionin' my friends again

Trying to write scripts, Netflix no chillin' man

Rappers wan' be actors so I’ll hire them with benefits

And give 'em out they fuck boy membership

Yeah, 'cause 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, never know shit

Don’t even exist to me

My grass green enough

I pity the fool keepin' up with us

Just give me the time to feed the soil

And we gon' live and grow forever-more

Coffee shop coolin'

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 cooties

Homies sipping slow on some Fela Kuti

Did it independent now they question how I’m movin'

Draft day when I play, yeah broads all choose em

First round how the verse sound

Now I got the haters throwin' in the towel

Menace now, I could never finish now

Snapchat beats account, almighty the intro

Don’t need a pencil to paint on instrumentals

Pellcaso abstract, tip hot hoes

Girl’s pretty no flaco

Reach for my johnson no rock though

I been on a roll since Cabo

Never been a ganger lames dopple

The head honcho, so cold

Not a home wrecker but your girl getting reckless

Hit me on Twitter tell her never ever text it

Yeah, It goes down in my DMs

Holla when you see em

Working am to the pm

I be on to the game pledge allegiance

In God we trust, I’ve been running from my demons

Yes Lord

It goes down in my DMs

Holla when you see em

Working am to the pm

I be on to the game pledge allegiance

In God we trust, I’ve been running from my demons

Yes Lord

My grass green enough

I pity the fool keepin' up with us

Just give me the time to feed the soil

And we gon' live and grow forever-more