Back Now - Ganit: testi di canzoni, video musicali e concerti

Back Now

Hip-Hop/Rap

Back Now è stato pubblicato il 28 febbraio 2026 da Ganit come parte dell'album Back Down

Dettagli della canzone

Data di uscita28 febbraio 2026

EtichettaGanit

LinguaEnglish

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

BPM92

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Ganit Singh

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Ganit Singh

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Turbulence

Producer

Testi

Verse 1:

Been gone for a minute but I'm back now

I have the whole game in my hands, no background

I took three shot in the dark no smackdown

This my laugh now; I don't wanna back down

I seen a lot stress and I see a lot losses

Word to myself, I be on that boss shit

Get a little nauseous, think about my old self

5 star hotel - I don't wanna go now

Find me in the home, don't dream about Benji

All I want is life, so God don't end me

I grow my own grass now please no frenzy

Me 3 root, full tanks, no empties

Swear I'm going ham, I be on that Ape shit

Yeah I got vision, I don't no lascis

Suit laced up, find me in the next go

Pete Rose, Expos, Snoop Dogg Death Row

Right hand raised, I swear this is dominance

Nobody knows Singh but I'm getting to monuments

How I'm monumental? Give myself compliments

If I don't believe it then I never get on top of it

I am not a tourist, this is my home town

This my rock now, everything is locked down

I been around the block like a click in that Lego

But I never crack, going hard like allegro

Chorus:

Here's there's a king, could be ghost

Here till the end, like peanut butter toast

& I don't wanna loft, got a life to devote

Put a hundred on the floor, like I'm never go

Now I'm a prince, not yet the Goat

But my blood lines true - that's so fosho

Here's there's a king, could be ghost

Here till the end, like peanut butter toast

Verse 2:

I'm here till the end, I'm a friend like Nintendo

Coming back hot, big smoke, no endos

Everything grows, my rise will crescendo

Young Michael Coreleone, coming to the tempo

I didn't want to fight, but now I gotta lead

First I gotta breath, take it all with ease

I only wanted peace, but now I will appease

3 hundred some degrees, I can barely feel a breeze

Hard to be a boss, there's a cost, and it's so high

Life ain't lofi, I clean myself with soap I

Do my own destiny, best I believe

Keep a little a magic, trick up the sleeve

I know I want life so now I will Bleed

Sweat and the tears, everything streams

But I want cream, so I do what I need

Red in the box, no stops, I'm Supreme

I hear the goats talk, then I take notes

I will be good too, but then I make jokes

But I don't know if I am really fine

I see success, and I play like it's it mine

Is it really mine? Is it really free?

Am I really good, is this fantasy?

I can't handle these calamities

So I follow thru, I take the lead

Chorus:

Heres to there's a king, could be ghost

Here till the end, like peanut butter toast

& I don't wanna loft, got a life to devote

Put a hundred on the floor, like I'm never go

Now I'm a prince, not yet the Goat

But my blood line true, that's so fosho

Heard there's a king, could be ghost

Here till the end, like peanut butter toast

Verse 3:

I take it fast, I wanna speak

I'm a king now, cuz honestly -

I can play the field, my policy

Is be the best out, no apology

And the Mayans never saw my Prophecy

I been a giant in the back like economy

But I been working in the lab like pottery

And I'm gonna be as good as I aught to be

Chorus:

Heres to there's a king, could be ghost

Here till the end, like peanut butter toast

& I don't wanna loft, got a life to devote

Put a hundred on the floor, like I'm never go

Now I'm a prince, not yet the Goat

But my blood line true, That's so fosho

Heres to the king, could be ghost

Here till the end, like peanut butter toast

Verse 4:

Hot zete, I'm heating up, chop freely

Top tier the S one, on top clearly

I write easy, prophetic though I jot Stevie

No wonder go under you cannot be me

No direction I cannot find, I'm all Eevee

On board when I record I am Zach Eedy

And I make it look simple like hop scotch

I drop bombs like tick tock on the wrist watch

I take motion, subtle hand of pick pocks

I pick locks and I'm fly even in crocs

I'm balling out, didn't wear my gym socks

I'm playing old Pac, play it non-stop

This the life, the one of the optimist

My sword sharp, I train for the unfortunate

On the force of it, but I'm not forcing it

Open doors with it, like a florist kit

Written by: Ganit Singh

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