FASHAWN - Guess Who's Back lyrics

rate me

Starve myself like Ghandi on behalf of my art

Believe I give you my all, Never half of my heart

Breath for you

Travel millions of miles and just be for you

Even overseas were 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, Till my whole gang was silent

My change piling, so fly I can change pilots

Campaign riling, 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 define you the style

Just ask Maury, take the glory, I take the Gouda

You know the story, the Avenue I grew up

Nigga thought, I trade my old life for a new one

Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane nah

That's just a grizzly representing his gang

Mississippi roots I decended from slaves

Far from Lynchburg but I know where niggas hang

I just spent enough dollars on my chain

So much I did see them dollars turn into change, Holla

I wanna be royalty to the rap scholars

Make hits, take hits like Math Hoffa

Fash hotter than a Favela in Guatamala

Uh, Eight baby mamas sitting in the sauna

I wasn’t KKK but I understood

Why it’s hard to hybernate in my hood

Before I ever see an itinerary I made 57 visits to the cemetery

From a deralict to a diety, easily I'm making Atheists believe in me.

Anybody who thought it was over,

literally only thing I left was my mark on a coaster

Niggas feared me, clearly, they are not on my level

I’mma pry for the rebel, obviously ghetto, cocking my metal

Autograph signer, when I stop at Valero had 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 an Adolecent, Fash was destine

Craft perfected from a dirty pad I sketched in

From lab to legend, I made it to London,

Imagine if I'd stayed in the dungeon, nigga

I would have never signed with 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 busters that I'm back

Fashawn....Stacks......Im Back....

Thanks to Sags for correcting these lyrics