Echo
I've been known as many things but never been afraid
Seen a lot of change and grew a lot but always been the same
Person since my birth and I ain't switching that for anything
I'd rather catch a bullet with my face than be another fake
Money nothing but an object traded for some other objects
Wouldn't sell my soul to add a profit to some living problems
Maybe bend some truth from time to time but always living honest
Struggled with my faith for many years but now with God I'm walking
Why y'all talking? I am the one who was named after a gun
I got two shots from both these barrels for whoever runs up
I got three slugs in my pocket four any five who want what
Ready to put them six feet under seven out of the month
I may week but there ain't no problem anyone can get eight
Take all nine lives from these cats and thank I ain't ten, hold up, wait
Keep it one more than eleven, okay, now you know my name
Twelve Gage is coming, better recognize it when you hearing my name
Echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo
If it's a topic on the realest bet you hearing my name
Echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo
Play any track I have you feel it rushing deep in your veins
Echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo
If it's a topic on the realest bet you hearing my name
Echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo
Play any track I have you feel it rushing deep in your veins
Everybody wanna talk about it, bout it, let em talk
How many of them standing tall about it, bout it, only talk
When it come down to the real grit of it, how many gonna show
Sick of lips walking for able-bodied people, now I'm at your throat the talk
It's cheap so quiet unless you really bout business
Cause where I'm from the size of man ain't never measured by fitness
No matter fact the size of man is never measured where I'm from
Man is cut-throat in my woods so knuckle up or better run
Cause I'm a, (psycho psycho) with the hands or my pad and a pencil
I can be dangerous to your life or wreck you on instrumentals
But I try not to snap in person, lately I don't even like cursing
Cause if I cut you like a surgeon, I'm a cut through with a purpose
Man I was gonna meet with Dr. Dre but I ain't have insurance
I was gonna sign with Interscope but I don't write in cursive
Nah I'm playing though I wouldn't let a label ever take my soul
Man I'm the only one that I would ever let have all control
Let it echo, echo, echo, echo
Seen a lot of change and grew a lot but always been the same
Person since my birth and I ain't switching that for anything
I'd rather catch a bullet with my face than be another fake
Money nothing but an object traded for some other objects
Wouldn't sell my soul to add a profit to some living problems
Maybe bend some truth from time to time but always living honest
Struggled with my faith for many years but now with God I'm walking
Why y'all talking? I am the one who was named after a gun
I got two shots from both these barrels for whoever runs up
I got three slugs in my pocket four any five who want what
Ready to put them six feet under seven out of the month
I may week but there ain't no problem anyone can get eight
Take all nine lives from these cats and thank I ain't ten, hold up, wait
Keep it one more than eleven, okay, now you know my name
Twelve Gage is coming, better recognize it when you hearing my name
Echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo
If it's a topic on the realest bet you hearing my name
Echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo
Play any track I have you feel it rushing deep in your veins
Echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo
If it's a topic on the realest bet you hearing my name
Echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo
Play any track I have you feel it rushing deep in your veins
Everybody wanna talk about it, bout it, let em talk
How many of them standing tall about it, bout it, only talk
When it come down to the real grit of it, how many gonna show
Sick of lips walking for able-bodied people, now I'm at your throat the talk
It's cheap so quiet unless you really bout business
Cause where I'm from the size of man ain't never measured by fitness
No matter fact the size of man is never measured where I'm from
Man is cut-throat in my woods so knuckle up or better run
Cause I'm a, (psycho psycho) with the hands or my pad and a pencil
I can be dangerous to your life or wreck you on instrumentals
But I try not to snap in person, lately I don't even like cursing
Cause if I cut you like a surgeon, I'm a cut through with a purpose
Man I was gonna meet with Dr. Dre but I ain't have insurance
I was gonna sign with Interscope but I don't write in cursive
Nah I'm playing though I wouldn't let a label ever take my soul
Man I'm the only one that I would ever let have all control
Let it echo, echo, echo, echo
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Writer(s): Gage Samczyk
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