Popeyes ft. Mar-Chell Lyrics

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