Leave it to ScHoolboy Q to churn out the saltiest jam of the summer. Like the dish it’s euphemistically named after, “Collard Greens” is oily and comes with plenty of brine — and a beat that sinks into your head like a creakier version of the bedspring in Wale’s “Bad.”
Ohh, luxury, chidi-ching-ching could buy anything, cop that
Collard greens, three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that
Down with that shit, drink this, smoke this, get down with the shit, aye
On the spectrum of summer anthems, the song splits the difference between “Started From the Bottom” and Snoop Lion’s “Lighter’s Up.” Q, who looks more bon vivant than brawler with every new appearance, is cleaning up nicely, and while he’s yet to dance along his own billboard like Drake he’s enjoying the finer things that might have eluded him in his days as an oxycontin pusher.
Baller futuristic, groovy gangsta with an attitude
What these n****s make a year, I spend that on my daughter shoes
Smoking weed and drinking, all the college students loving Q
Over lingering notes and ad-libs, ScHoolboy Q is just as fatalistic as ever. Hands on the wheel, drugged up with the hoes again, he has more of everything within his reach: more money, more pills, more sex, and, most enjoyably of all, a greater hunger for more, which reanimates it all so convincingly in his verses.
Psych ward is balling, dope craze like no other
Weed steady blowing, pass the blunt to my mama
Runs in the family, puff-puff keep a n**** fiending
Faded-faded-faded right?
A well-placed Kendrick Lamar verse with a few lines in Spanish can’t hurt either.