Testo Guess who's bizzack Fabolous

Guess who's bizzack

I made some changes in my life, don’t regret none of them,
So if you ain’t heard from me then you probably wanted them.
Niggers want that from results, but do the same shit,
They wait for it to come, I became it.

Guess who’s bizzack, nigger?
You’re back in, back on the bullshit you’re always on.
Everything was going too good to know,
I just want the old you right now.

They knew you, I can’t do, I knew you, this ain’t you,
I’m like no angel, but always remained true,
You hear what they say, my only complaint
You wasn’t just listen, you let that shit tempt you.
You fell out like things do, I lost all respect
For niggers that’s bitches, so don’t call or text.
The bitches get checked like they’re all correct,
But they be wrong, that’s why they called your ex.
You don’t call or speak, so I call direct,
And you niggers broke, y’all called collect.
I’m watching my close friends like stranger for bread,
You said you’ll never change, now don’t change what you said.
Face it, y’all, all your bitches basic ball,
But then you block it like you eight feet tall.
Homie, I’m in the track with the soul tape on,
Hold you up, rest your soul, Trevon, I’m that cool.

I say guess who’s bizzack, nigger?
You’re back in, back on the bullshit you’re always on.
Everything was going too good to know,
I just want the old you right now.

I can try to erase your pain
But you and I, we’ve made some mistakes.
I fucks with the old you, the way you is,
What did you say? You said that you’ll never change.
But you did soon as you got a chance,
Why you poppin shit while you should poppin bands.
Living that good life without a care,
The new you is high headed and I’m not a fan.
But I still keep it cooler, I think that you should cool up,
For real, ‘cause that ain’t you, dog.
Since you’ve been on that high horse your life been out of new luck
And I be checking deuces from that tudo with my new hoe,
Swear to God I ain’t losing no sleep,
I know you heard what I do to those race,
I beat it up, I kill the shits, cause a funeral in old shades.
You mess with lanes, get seven days, that’s what I do away.
It can all be so sweet, but baby, do your thing
And mess me with that bullshit that you be saying.
You complain and pointing the finger when you’re to blame,
You know I got that comeback, boomerang.
Baby, what’s up?

You’re back in, back on the bullshit you’re always on.
Everything was going too good to know,
I just want the old you right now.

I keep trying to erase your pain,
But you and I both made some mistakes
I funcs with the old you, than who you is?
What did you say?
You said that you’ll never change,
And that’s what you told me, but it’s not what you showed me,
It is what it is, yeah, but I’ll always love you.