Collard Green Music
The top charts got hot garbage in high demand
'Cause good karma and honest artists are contraband
Conscious men are greeted like Congress treated Obama's plans
No common sense like poor whites in MAGA hats
Me and these mumble rappers that's poppin' up on the Gram
Got as much in common as volcanoes and lava lamps
Y'all disrespectful as pumping petrol on tribal lands
I'm living proof of the miracles in my mama's hands
I hit the booth like a chicken coop and the fox is in
Steadily losing oxygen got these fools in a panic
This is food for the famished, this the tool that I brandish
I've been brutal with the grammar since Pluto was still a planet
New South staple baby, Collard Green Music
New South stable baby, Collard Green Music
Check it, rap zealot, boom bap up in skillet
From the bottom of the map to the top of the favelas
Mo' bars than eight felons, go off like Saint Helens
You fellas can never tell if Kane's ever embellished a thing
When these words fly, kill 'em before I perspire
Blurred lines, put a cataract in your third eye
Cackalack's my Versailles, I ain't got a Waterloo
Every battle I fought is a mathematical slaughter
You cannon fodder and outta have audited
Every part of my estilo, there something different in my genome
Reload! You wanna open doors but stay lacking the keys so
I'm laughing through peepholes, y'all Shaq at the free throw
I got the talent, Ray Allen with my release so
These cowards hit the ground call it a Heat stroke
Labels wanna buy you like the 504
lotta these self-righteous homies really not so woke
And all these room temp rappers really not so cold, nah
You and the Surgeon General don't want no smoke, nah
I stay dope to earn a living, turn up and y'all turn up missing
Promise I'ma hop from the top of a burning building
Like off of a turnbuckle, both of my heels flaming
And kick you with the inferno till both of us feel famous
I'm Jordan, you Bryon Russell, tussle and I'm Mohammed
You Liston catching the fist that'll knock you outta your prime and
I'm cooking you Top Ramen, Bull City top Brahman
Drop another diamond every single cypher I'm in, yeah
Every single cypher I'm in
Drop another diamond every single cypher I'm in
New South staple baby, Collard Green Music
New South stable baby, Collard Green Music
New South staple baby, Collard Green Music
New South stable baby, Collard Green Music
'Cause good karma and honest artists are contraband
Conscious men are greeted like Congress treated Obama's plans
No common sense like poor whites in MAGA hats
Me and these mumble rappers that's poppin' up on the Gram
Got as much in common as volcanoes and lava lamps
Y'all disrespectful as pumping petrol on tribal lands
I'm living proof of the miracles in my mama's hands
I hit the booth like a chicken coop and the fox is in
Steadily losing oxygen got these fools in a panic
This is food for the famished, this the tool that I brandish
I've been brutal with the grammar since Pluto was still a planet
New South staple baby, Collard Green Music
New South stable baby, Collard Green Music
Check it, rap zealot, boom bap up in skillet
From the bottom of the map to the top of the favelas
Mo' bars than eight felons, go off like Saint Helens
You fellas can never tell if Kane's ever embellished a thing
When these words fly, kill 'em before I perspire
Blurred lines, put a cataract in your third eye
Cackalack's my Versailles, I ain't got a Waterloo
Every battle I fought is a mathematical slaughter
You cannon fodder and outta have audited
Every part of my estilo, there something different in my genome
Reload! You wanna open doors but stay lacking the keys so
I'm laughing through peepholes, y'all Shaq at the free throw
I got the talent, Ray Allen with my release so
These cowards hit the ground call it a Heat stroke
Labels wanna buy you like the 504
lotta these self-righteous homies really not so woke
And all these room temp rappers really not so cold, nah
You and the Surgeon General don't want no smoke, nah
I stay dope to earn a living, turn up and y'all turn up missing
Promise I'ma hop from the top of a burning building
Like off of a turnbuckle, both of my heels flaming
And kick you with the inferno till both of us feel famous
I'm Jordan, you Bryon Russell, tussle and I'm Mohammed
You Liston catching the fist that'll knock you outta your prime and
I'm cooking you Top Ramen, Bull City top Brahman
Drop another diamond every single cypher I'm in, yeah
Every single cypher I'm in
Drop another diamond every single cypher I'm in
New South staple baby, Collard Green Music
New South stable baby, Collard Green Music
New South staple baby, Collard Green Music
New South stable baby, Collard Green Music
Credits
Writer(s): Kane Smego
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