Dandelion (feat. DeadForest)

Hey, AP bless 'em, ain't no church service

Got them heads bumping to these dirt curses

All that ice that you rocking is water soup for my dinner

When I be out in the public, I'm snatching purses in wintertime

I be hot as the beat, clap, no running that beat back

Might do it in one take, don't sell where you sleep at

I beat it till blood leaking, I'm clipping, my brother tweaking off molly

A little xanny, ain't listen when hoes speaking, you dig?

My wrist gon' shine like dandelion

We got hits on hits like Fendi lines

And I work too hard, ain't handed mine

So them kids all singing my fancy rhymes

My wrist gon' shine like dandelion

We got hits on hits like Fendi lines

And I work too hard, ain't handed mine

So them kids all singing my fancy rhymes

Ain't no pranks, yeah, I'm with my shit, huh

My team crank, your team ain't it, huh

Called up chief and he said it's lit

Uh, got no money, don't rate my fit

I treat the verse like, "Did I do a good job?"

Y double K to the tip got my hood on

I need it snitched on my sweater, no Gildan

Amateurs know betters, pros in my club

Too high, no luck, wake up, screwed up

Lace up, suit up, I'm fit (I'm fit)

To go, too low, got dirt on soles

My shirt got holes like swiss

Too low, too low, excuse me hoe

I need to get my space

I go run up these cheques like I wanna death threat

Like, "Gimme five racks and he's safe"

But what's a safe without a rack or three

I need a way to make my bank concrete

I see the way that they all act round the team

If you ask me, we ain't in the same league

My wrist gon' shine like dandelion

We got hits on hits like Fendi lines

And I work too hard, ain't handed mine

So them kids all singing my fancy rhymes

My wrist gon' shine like dandelion

We got hits on hits like Fendi lines

And I work too hard, ain't handed mine

So them kids all singing my fancy rhymes

My wrist gon' shine like dandelion

We got hits on hits like Fendi lines

And I work too hard, ain't handed mine

So them kids all singing my fancy rhymes

My wrist gon' shine like dandelion

We got hits on hits like Fendi lines

And I work too hard, ain't handed mine

So them kids all singing my fancy rhymes

It go, ain't no pranks, yeah, I'm with my shit, huh

My team crank, your team ain't it, huh

Called up chief and he said it's lit

Uh, got no money, don't rate my fit