Musty - echoes (feat. NoCapBaby) Lyrics

Conversations with myself I hear echoes in my room
And I could hear the walls talking trippin' off an eighth of shrooms
What else can I really do
Soul searching walking through
Grab the Uzi, bust a move
Miracle man like Master Fu
Ah, ah I made it happen
They used to love to doubt the boy, but now who's laughing
Yeah, I'm smoking blacks in China man, Robert Kardashian
Man my crib look like a trapezoid, some shit you can't imagine
Sorry buddy, get your buck up or shut the f*ck up
Always talking shit behind somebody's back just like some nunchucks
Man, this Chrome hearts hoodie on my body got me yelling, "F*ck love"
Yeah, I'm talking to the Holy Spirit turned me to a white dove
In the booth they got me mic'd up
I feel like Drake, I need a Sprite bruh
Man, y'all can keep the fake love
Either way y'all never say nun'
Getting to that bag is something they don't really rap about
But something I spit facts about
Here, take one and pass it out
Conversations with myself I hear echoes in my room
And I could hear the walls talking trippin' off an eighth of shrooms
What else can I really do
Soul searching walking through
Grab the Uzi, bust a move
Miracle man like Master Fu
Conversations with myself I hear echoes in my room
And I could hear the walls talking trippin' off an eighth of shrooms
What else can I really do
Soul searching walking through
Grab the Uzi, bust a move
Miracle man like Master Fu
Tell them hoes we on the road
We got MUSTY doing shows
Forgiatos on the whip
It's gon' take a nigga bitch
LVLS with the Chrome Heart
You gotta mix it with the drip
You at the club at 46
They said stop rapping about a bitch
I told them niggas suck a dick
Cartiers gon' be my lens
F*ck I look like being friends
We wasn't thuggin' at the end
Sending shots but we up 10
Risk it all for my good friends
This money be my evil twin
F*ck I look like being friends
Getting faded in the Benz
This money be my evil twin
F*ck I look like being broke
You niggas hating on the kid
They on the road, we on the road
Selling bowls, we selling bowls
You niggas hating on the kid
You niggas old as f*ck fasho
Conversations with myself I hear echoes in my room
And I could hear the walls talking trippin' off an eighth of shrooms
What else can I really do
Soul searching walking through
Grab the Uzi, bust a move
Miracle man like Master Fu
Conversations with myself I hear echoes in my room
And I could hear the walls talking trippin' off an eighth of shrooms
What else can I really do
Soul searching walking through
Grab the Uzi, bust a move
Miracle man like Master Fu