Intro Yeah… You thought I wouldn’t say nothin’, huh? It’s Echo Soul. Suno gon’ hear this one loud. Verse 1 Likin’ all my songs this mornin’, back to back, You got all them followers — why you stealin’ tracks? Heard from fifteen people, you be flippin’ they sound, Mixin’ in every word like you wrote it — we see how you get down. But this Echo Soul, I speak that fire that give chills to your soul, You gon’ remember this even when you old. Copy-paste master — that’s all you know, Sloppy trace plaster — that’s you for show. Hook (with Ad-Libs) You stole my track, I don’t need it back, I make new heat — we know what you lack. You runnin’ up Suno charts, I’m runnin’ up racks, You wanna be a big dog — but you pussy (cat!), that’s why you a cat. (Mr. Meow!) You crossed that line, ain’t no comin’ back, (Mr. Meow!) You all cap — you might as well be a hat. (cat!) Bridge – “Follow Block” Follow block, follow block — all this stealin’ need to stop, Takin’ time off, and you don’t write — how you get writer’s block? Follow block, follow block — the truth hit harder than a G-L-O-C-K, You just got blocked by a real writer, now you gettin’ writer’s block. Follow block, follow block (you cap!) Verse 2 Yeah, it’s smoke — breathe it in slow, This ain’t iCloud rap — it’s the firework show. You playin’ like Drizzy with them ghost pen games, I go K. Dot, red dot — I don’t miss when I aim. Like Drizzy, you got a team full of ghost writers, But it’s us — we never knew we were hired. You fed off our lines like a vampire choir, Now the flame you stole burns your own empire. You a feline, walkin’ tight ropes made of pride and lies, Balancin’ clout with your nine fake lives. Tryna surf on the truth but the tide runs higher, Keep playin’ with fire — you gon’ learn who the pyre. You wrote a check you can’t cash, chasin’ numbers and still ain’t get a bag. Every song you copy, we know it ain’t you — we can hear the lag. They say cats got nine lives — we’ll just throw ’em in a bag. Verse 3 – “No Cap (Extended Outro)” Suno should put all your songs on hold for real, It’s like layaway — you wait for someone to make a song, then you copy and paste, tryna steal what they create. You runnin’ faster than Sha’Carri when she in the race, Don’t need a courtroom or a judge to plead this case. I ain’t gotta lie — I bet you walk around with someone else’s look painted on your face, You really a cat, I’m gon’ call you Tyga, ‘Cause every time you see somebody’s song you say, “Can I get a taste?” That’s the difference between thieves and what makes the real ones great. No cap, pussy — we straight. We build ours from the mud while you copy the plate, We bleed for our bars while you run from the weight. You look for a lane — we create the state. Fuck a badge, fuck a K-Hot blue hole I’m the sound of revenge when the truth don’t fade, The echo that lives in every move I made. So when they play this track and your name get sprayed, Just remember — I ain’t petty, I just don’t get played. Yeah yeah
