[Chorus]
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"

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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"
[Verse 2]
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 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 & 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

[Chorus]
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)
[Outro]
Guess who? Guess who?
It's me
Guess who? Guess who?
It's me
Guess who? Guess who?
It's me
It's me