Guess Who's Back Lyrics - Singles - Fashawn

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 

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Art minus the easel, I'm unbelievable 

Fled the coast just to change the climates, came at 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 pouring 

Your raps bore me, I could define 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 

Photos 

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 

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 12 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