Kale

[Hook: Joseph Chilliams] If you always speaking from the soul, that shit ain't gon' sell, my nigga Collard greens in my bowl, that shit ain't no kale, my nigga Put money on Jimmy phone when there ain't no bail, my nigga Label after my soul, you know I ain't gon' sell, my nigga If you always speaking from the soul, that shit ain't gon' sell, my nigga Collard greens in my bowl, that shit ain't no kale, my nigga Put money on Jimmy phone when there ain't no bail, my nigga Label after my soul, you know I ain't gon' sell, my nigga [Verse 1: Noname] Uh They say I'm not turnt enough, don't go to church enough Telling my mama I need it Gypsy No-na-me believed it and [tweeted/tweet it?] The industry don't fuck with me and it's laughable They wish my music was taxable Slaves to the companies labeling luxuries Ooh they so masterful, look at they dynasty Built on the backs of the artists in line with me Come stand in line with me Fuck these label executives How they gon' tell me my excellence Loud in the background of blogs, steady hecklin' "Noname's a one hit wonder" Oh really, I am? So you a taste maker for culture you don't have Calling yourself a renaissance man? We invented jazz jazz We invented cash flow in y'all economy Dark anomaly, booty-clappin' on niggas Counting up figures like Jigga-man I am a black goddess Imperial wonderland New dimensional reasons for finding myself Removed from my African [Hook: Joseph Chilliams] If you always speaking from the soul, that shit ain't gon' sell, my nigga Collard greens in my bowl, that shit ain't no kale, my nigga Put money on Jimmy phone when there ain't no bail, my nigga Label after my soul, you know I ain't gon' sell, my nigga [Verse 2: Joseph Chilliams] Bringing sexy back like a shower scene starring yours truly All them goofy's say we'd never win Always put that shit on element Niggas never wanna see me hoopin' Know I got the chopper like I'm Cody Banks In the crib but my woadie ain't Free my niggas like it's juneteenth Sending kites like I'm Ben Frank Hold me down, I been losing homies like I'm switching schools in the fourth grade Syncing Google Calendar with court dates Give a fuck about a cosign Good without it like Lebron hair I can never sell my soul Rather lose my manhood on a lawn chair making good music Like when Common [let me?] try to steal my youth Like Madonna breath On my momma I been tryna find nirvana in the diamond powder since when Jimmy left Still good in the hood like... so-so def Drop a solo with no more guests Want me to hold my breath for a Bow-Wow feature and keep my logos fresh Fuck Bow-Wow [Hook: Joseph Chilliams] If you always speaking from the soul, that shit ain't gon' sell, my nigga Collard greens in my bowl, that shit ain't no kale, my nigga Put money on Jimmy phone when there ain't no bail, my nigga Label after my soul, you know I ain't gon' sell, my nigga [Verse 3: Supa Bwe] New greenroom who dis who are you? Only day ones and a couple day twos, black youth A reckless weapon destined to transmute Hatred into blessings Speak from the soul, dance lil mama I got places to go, got plans lil mama So roll up and smoke, grass lil mama You know what I want, some ass lil mama Paris, Copenhagen, I can't tell the difference That's how you know a nigga living Criss crossing globe like baseball stages Going back and forth, no politickin' And he sipping, real nigga, mint condition My sauce on my chicken, that's law White man mad, not my fault My watermelon better with all that salt [Hook: Joseph Chilliams] If you always speaking from the soul, that shit ain't gon' sell, my nigga Collard greens in my bowl, that shit ain't no kale, my nigga Put money on Jimmy phone when there ain't no bail, my nigga Label after my soul, you know I ain't gon' sell, my nigga