JT Stone - Tales of a Little Seed Lyrics

Tales of a little seed
My man, my man
Shuffle to the brittle beat
I ain't paid to ball yet
Still up on my little league
Yeah
The tales of a little seed
Whoa
Tales of a little seed
The only story worth another and another read
Only ink that's worth a damn's the ink flowing when I bleed
Yeah
The tales of a little seed

Tales of a little seed
Figments of my intuitions flowing through my Nemosine
Ladies hit me up to show they tails I ain't never seen
But I'm just flipping past them pages in this magazine
I'm shooting fakers 'til I empty out the magazine
Apostle with sharpest precision
Fading niggas here to Queens
Done it better than your dreams
Stone's reaching better things
Better than a fleet of healthy mama with the glitter rings
I thought I told ya
Fresher than the Listerine
Future got me written in the pages of history
I don't understand how my plans have done this to me
Turned me from a nerd to a cold-hearted mystery who
Slaying any takers tryna take my crown with blasphemy
You don't wanna be hanging when Tommy's pouring the gasoline
Got the matches so back the f*ck up or fire's happening
Watching you burn and listen to the sound of my own cackling
Man
What are we gon' do?
Said the mother about her saplings when them two through
The two figured a quiet dampening would end this soon
But it cre-ated a factory of new rap groove
Shit, I guess I'm a product of channeling this blues
Put off paying my billing 'cause I just paid all these dues
On some handy dandy notebook
Write these clues that'll lead a young nigga to the life real soon, in the

Tales of a little seed
My man, my man
Shuffle to the brittle beat
I ain't paid to ball yet
Still up on my little league
Yeah
The tales of a little seed
Whoa
Tales of a little seed
The only story worth another and another read
Only ink that's worth a damn's the ink flowing when I bleed
Yeah
The tales of a little seed

The kid finna take the lead
And he doing it on his own
F*ck your charity
He do the vocals, edits, postals 'fore he even breathe
Now that's dedication, or motivated apathy
Carrying on with dignity but tearing in the heartstrings
Hoping that when it's over, my behavior they be pardoning
Young boy know he got talent
There's just no arguing
Nor changing his mental about his future doing R&B
Put him on a fifty foot poster, taller me
Make the kid a voice of generations, honestly
Then again I'd rather be the savior, talk is cheap
Better yet I'll be the Angel, mind freak
Killer, killer
You might think he's heartless
Actually he hardened
Been tending to his garden, but answer to a warden
No sir
A lone wolf soldier
Sinking deeper in this hell but it only gets colder in the

Tales of a little seed
I swear to god
Y'all gotta be kidding me
I put my soul in my music and no one on my little feed
Yeah
The tales of a little seed
Damn
Tales of a little seed
I admittedly started rapping with an evil greed
But pain has put me in my place
Now I'm here to feed
Feeling frail in my tales of a little seed

Yeah
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I like that
Uh, unh
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