Fashawn - Guess Who's Back lyrics
[Fashawn - Guess Who's Back lyrics]
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 hit's, take hit's 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 visit's 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
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 hit's, take hit's 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 visit's 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