Popeyes (feat. Mar-Chell)
ER Black
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I said the future is mine got a glimpse of it locked eyes Head on collision, the cop finished bought Popeyes Skirting in the rental it's full throttle, no stop signs Kill an instrumental no a cappella When you start a new wave, they look different it's confusing It's counter-cultural, they treat you like a nuisance Mock you if it doesn't work out and call you a loser And then jock you trying to figure out how to go reproduce if you did it right I'm ahead of myself I killed the old me I'm dead to myself I got no homies depend on myself Was feeling lonely befriended myself They couldn't clone me, not even with AI 11 years no ring gotta me feeling AI Maybe it's the lack of violence inside the music Prison number tripling off of what y'all producing Boy the style is ever so effortless whenever spit I'm truly disgusted I hear a lot me in you and I never discussed it A little jealously and praise it ain't worth a discussion I did a little bit at first but was only a younging I see the fear as I step into to the one I'm becoming And please don't take it personal if I missed on the function I just had work to do with business men out getting money Or healing something in my past that I never confronted That's why I can't take their advice because they never had done it They can't do it we do, that's why we do what we do Witness the shift of the culture where music story is told Lyrics can lack substance beats with no soul And I'm standing on the shoulders of our ancestors To see the same mentality in you as a clan member Back to back rhymes turns a black on black crime Pen is mightier than the sword in provokes the nine With understanding through a brutal verse Won't toot my own horn you'll hear the bugle first Mar-chell typed in on your Google search See New York Jets fitted, a jersey smirk Every track has a message with purpose and pain Nowadays it's all wrapped up with Fortune and fame I don't have to talk weight just to tip the scale ER Black made a plate, called me for a meal So of course I will eat, stay on course with the beat Sparkling wine a steak knife for the meat Pictures with words evoke emotion within This is the arts where true talent begins so it's on Back on the wall ready to fight back, reality check zoo crew real life like that The industry is changing chasing the trends leaving behind creativity that transcends I'm missing the days with raw emotions and heart Where an artist will pour their whole soul into a dart
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Written by: Elijah Blackwell, Marchello Coleman
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