Текст песни Popeyes (feat. Mar-Chell) - ER Black

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