Beewirks - Guess Who's Back lyrics

[Intro: (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 pa**port up, you dig what I'm saying It's next level sh** man) (This ain't revolutionary it's evolutionary Evolve my n***a) And the, and the world still spins goin' round and round and round [Verse 1: Fashawn] 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 p**n 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 n***as thought I trade my old life for a new one, nah [Hook] 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 [Verse 2: Fashawn] 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 n***as 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: Fashawn] f** anybody who thought it was over, literally Only thing I left was my mark on the culture n***as fear me, clearly they are not on my level I'm a prophet, a rebel, obviously ghetto co*kin' 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, n***a I would have never signed to Esco, never rhymed with Rakim Tell me, how could I ever let go huh? Your fantasy ain't f**in' with my facts Somebody tell these bustas out the back Shawn, stacks I'm back [Outro: (Fashawn)] 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, n***a) Excuse me I've been busy I've been on my grizzle Had to put on for my city, but