Guess Who

[Hook] Guess who's bizack? Back for the platinum and gold The green backpack's back for a go I tried to relax and put the green backpack on hold But now it's 'bout to get packaged and sold [Verse 1] I'm back, bitch, the man is comin' With plans to rush yah, comin' from the land of nothin' Hand is rushin', writin' lyrics, can't save paper Breakin' down trees as my momma wait for acres Told her I'mma take her off the block like Jenga For times I might have hanged in the night with night strangers Before me and my bro was the black and white ranger On Halloween night, frightened whites and nice neighbors Hoods that we played in and girls that we played on Had us lookin' suspicious to niggas like we're Trayvon Just another obstacle in a Wichita carnival Makin' it out the belly of the devil's abdominal Square nigga so I ain't even round I'm with yo bitch, she hit me when I came into town I'm on yo shit, but luckily I came in her mouth I'm respectful to an extent, X went in, was out Now when you layin' her down, you feel a crook in it You goin' down with your mouth, and now it look different I was all in your house, she even cooked in it She made that salmon and shrimp, that shit good, isn't it? Just ride with it when you get to drive it Some don't get to try it, watch it as they sit behind it I bet those LA nights had fuckin' been a riot But I'm just mindin' my business and stayin business minded Guess who's bizack