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