歌詞

Guess who? Walked straight into the venue, had to go through the back Guess who? Went in and out of your city, didn't even unpack Yeah true, I play with the money (Mané) in your pitch like my name Salah Yeah true, that's enough to make somebody disappear when I say, "Ta-da" Guess who? Guess who? Guess who? Heard that they done, yes you How 'bout this one? Here's the next clue Lookin' so tall, next too All of those odds, I would bet too Tell me, who's that one in the middle of the night In your head that you never slept through, yeah Guess who just walked in the buildin' my options are real and my confidence fake Brand-new collection, it cost me a killing Ain't talkin' the killing it cost me to make And I got lots I'm rebuilding, I popped down the ceiling And made it a liminal space Dodging the knockoff opinions, my Dropbox made livings That shit a hospitable place Ah, ah, okay, I just walked in now you caught in the act Ah, ah, okay, don't even care how you wanna react Ah, ah, okay, think it's a choice 'cause I'm walkin' it back Ah, okay, missin' the point like it's not even that Guess who? Walked straight into the venue, had to go through the back Guess who? Went in and out of your city, didn't even unpack Yeah true, I play with that money (Mané) in your pitch like my name Salah Yeah, true, that's enough to make somebody disappear when I say "Ta-da" Huh, try me, guess who? Remind me Go ahead and take your shot, I'm takin' it lightly You thought you could take my spot, I'm staying here with my B If you put me in a box, uh Double-check 'cause it gotta be a hundred miles deep Yeah, they think I changed a lot, but I promise I'm me Even if the bouncer double takes at my ID 'Cause I blew up way before I even turned 19 Gettin' mobbed at the in and out in the dry-clean Dropping tapes like I couldn't figure out a crime scene My career fuckin' weird, can't even define me All these years still here, they said I was naive Meetings where they pushing buttons but never rewind me 'Cause they couldn't tell a masterpiece from a type beat Buncha glorified interns in assigned seats Bitch, what? Goddamn, room packed out with the fans Never backed out of my plans Like I maxed out my advance It was her turn in line to meet me, but she just passed out at the chance I can't be mad 'bout a couple ants Okay, okay Guess who? Walked into the venue, had to go through the back Guess who? Went in and out of your city, didn't even unpack Yeah true, I play with the money (Mané) in your pitch like my name Salah Yeah true, that's enough to make somebody disappear when I say, "Ta-da" (ugh) Guess who? Guess who? It's me Guess who? Guess who? It's me Guess who? Guess who? It's me It's me
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