Lyrics "Industry baby", Lil Nas X, Jack Harlow
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(Daytrip took it to ten)
Baby back, ay
Couple racks, ay
Couple Grammys on him
Couple plaques, ay
That's a fact, ay
Throw it back, ay
Throw it back, ay
And this one is for the champions
I ain't lost since I began, yeah
Funny how you said it was the end, yeah
Then I went did it again, yeah
I told you long ago, on the road
I got what they waitin' for
I don't run from nothin', dog
Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' low
You was never really rootin' for me anyway
When I'm back up at the top I wanna hear you say
"He don't run from nothin', dog"
Get your soldiers, tell 'em that the break is over
Uh, need a
Uh, need to get this album done
Need a couple number ones
Need a plaque on every song
Need me like one with Nicki now
Tell a rap nigga, "I don't see ya", ha
I'ma pop nigga like Bieber, ha
I don't fuck bitches, I'm queer, ha
But these niggas bitches like Madea, yeah, yeah,
yeah
Ay, oh let's do it
I ain't fall off, I just ain't release my new shit
I blew up now everybody tryna sue me
You call me Nas, but the hood call me Doobie, yah
And this one is for the champions
I ain't lost since I began, yeah
Funny how you said it was the end, yeah
Then I went did it again, yeah
I told you long ago, on the road
I got what they waitin' for (I got what they waitin'
for)
I don't run from nothin', dog
Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' low
(Bitch, I aint runnin' from no one)
You was never really rootin' for me anyway
When I'm back up at the top I wanna hear you say
"He don't run from nothin', dog"
Get your soldiers, tell 'em that the break is over
My track record so clean
They couldn't wait to just bash me
I must be gettin' too flashy
Y'all shouldn't of let the world gas me
It's too late 'cause I'm here to stay and these
girls know that I'm nasty
I sent her back to her boyfriend with my handprint
on her ass cheek
City talkin', we takin' notes
Tell 'em all to keep makin' posts
Wish he could but he can't get close
O.G. so proud of me that he chokin' up while he
makin' toasts
I'm the type that you can't control
Said I would then I made it so
I don't clear up rumors
Where's y'all sense of humor?
I'm done makin' jokes 'cause they got old like baby
boomers
Turn my haters to consumers
I make vets feel like they juniors
Say your time is comin' soon but just like Oklahoma
Mine is comin' sooner
I'm just a late bloomer
I didn't peak in high school, I'm still out here
gettin' cuter
All these social networks and computers
Got these pussies walkin' 'round like they ain't
losers
I told you long ago, on the road
I got what they waitin' for (I got what they waitin'
for)
I don't run from nothin', dog
Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' low
(Bitch, I aint runnin' from no one)
You was never really rootin' for me anyway
When I'm back up at the top I wanna hear you say
"He don't run from nothin', dog"
Get your soldiers, tell 'em that the break is over
Yeah
I'm the industry baby
I'm the industry baby
Yeah.