Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Guess Who's Back, artist - Fashawn.
Date of issue: 23.02.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Guess Who's Back |
And the world still spins going round and round |
You just gotta make it until the lost is found |
(Hit me |
Matter of fact) |
And the, and the world still spins goin' around and round and round |
(Get your stamps on your passport up, you dig what I’m saying |
It’s next level shit man) |
(This ain’t revolutionary it’s evolutionary |
Evolve my nigga) |
And the, and the world still spins goin' round and round and round |
Starve myself like Ghandi on behalf of my art |
Believe I give you my all, never half of my heart, breathe for you |
Travel millions of miles at jet speed for you |
Even overseas we’re blue |
Keep it regional? |
I had no reason to |
Art minus the easel, I’m unbelievable |
Fled the coast just to change the climates, Cayman Islands |
Puff on the loud 'til my whole gang was silent |
My change piling, so fly I could change pilots |
Campaign whiling, my brain remain clouded |
My mind storm, when it’s time to perform |
To be honest if I clicked it, probably porn |
Your raps bore me, I couldn’t have fathered your style |
Just ask Maury, take the glory |
I take the gouda, you know the story, the avenue I grew up |
Niggas thought I trade my old life for a new one, nah |
Guess who’s back, as if I’d left |
Excuse me, I been busy |
I’ve been on my grizzly |
Had to put on for my city |
Guess who’s back, as if I’d left |
Excuse me, I’ve been my busy |
I’ve been on my busy |
Had to put on for my city |
Guess who’s back |
Look up in the sky, it’s a bird, it’s a plane |
Nah, that’s just a grizzly representing this game |
Mississippi roots, I descended from slaves |
Far from Lynchburg, but I know where niggas hang |
I just spent enough dollars on my chain |
So much, I done seen to dollars turn into change, holla |
I want to be royalty to the rap scholars |
Make hits, take hits like Math Hoffa |
Fash hotter than a favela in Guatemala |
8 baby mamas sittin' in the sauna |
I wasn’t KKK but I understood |
Why it’s hard to hibernate in my hood |
Before I ever seen an itinerary |
I made 57 visits to the cemetery |
From a derelict, to a diety |
Easily I make a atheist believe in me, now |
Guess who’s back, as if I’d left |
Excuse me, I been busy |
I’ve been on my grizzly |
Had to put on for my city |
Guess who’s back, as if I’d left |
Excuse me, I’ve been my busy |
I’ve been on my busy |
Had to put on for my city |
Guess who’s back |
Fuck anybody who thought it was over, literally |
Only thing I left was my mark on the culture |
Niggas fear me, clearly they are not on my level |
I’m a prophet, a rebel, obviously ghetto |
Cockin' my metal, autograph signer |
When I stop at Valero, had a twelve-year-old kid tell me I was his hero |
But instead of a cape, I wear a cap |
Who’s to say I alter my faith, that ain’t a fact |
Even before adolescence, Fash was destined |
Craft perfected from a dirty pad I sketched in |
From lad to legend, I made it to London |
Imagine if I had stayed in the dungeon, nigga |
I would have never signed to Esco, never rhymed with Rakim |
Tell me, how could I ever let go huh? |
Your fantasy ain’t fuckin' with my facts |
Somebody tell these bustas out the back |
Shawn, stacks |
I’m back |
Excuse me, I’ve been busy |
I’ve been on my grizzle |
Had to put on for my city, but |
(Somebody tell 'em that I’m back, nigga) |
Excuse me, I’ve been busy |
I’ve been on my grizzle |
Had to put on for my city, but |