Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Guess Who's Back , by - Fashawn. Release date: 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 |