LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeINDUSTRY BABY (feat. Jack Harlow)
Baby back, ayeCouple racks, ayeCouple Grammys on himCouple plaques, ayeThat's a fact, ayeThrow it back, ayeThrow it back, ayeAnd this one is for the championsI ain't lost since I began, yuhFunny how you said it was the end, yuhThen I went did it again, yuhI told you long ago, on the roadI got what they waitin' forI don't run from nothin', dogGet your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' lowYou was never really rootin' for me anywayWhen 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 overUh, need aUh, need to get this album doneNeed a couple number onesNeed a plaque on every songNeed me like one with Nicki nowTell a rap nigga, "I don't see ya", haI'ma pop nigga like Bieber, haI don't fuck bitches, I'm queer, haBut these niggas bitches like MadeaYeah, yeah, yeahAy, oh let's do itI ain't fall off, I just ain't release my new shitI blew up now everybody tryna sue meYou call me Nas, but the hood call me Doobie, yahAnd this one is for the championsI ain't lost since I began, yuhFunny how you said it was the end, yuhThen I went did it again, yuhI told you long ago, on the roadI got what they waitin' for (I got what they waitin' for)I don't run from nothin', dogGet your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' low(Bitch, I aint runnin' from no one)You was never really rootin' for me anywayWhen 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 overMy track record so cleanThey couldn't wait to just bash meI must be gettin' too flashyY'all shouldn't of let the world gas meIt's too late 'cause I'm here to stayand these girls know that I'm nastyI sent her back to her boyfriendwith my handprint on her ass cheekCity talkin', we takin' notesTell 'em all to keep makin' postsWish he could but he can't get closeOG so proud of me that he chokin' upwhile he makin' toastsI'm the type that you can't controlSaid I would then I made it soI don't clear up rumorsWhere's y'all sense of humor?I'm done makin' jokes 'cause they got old like baby boomersTurn my haters to consumersI make vets feel like they juniorsSay your time is comin' soon but just like OklahomaMine is comin' soonerI'm just a late bloomerI didn't peak in high school, I'm still out here gettin' cuterAll these social networks and computersGot these pussies walkin' 'round like they ain't losersI told you long ago, on the roadI got what they waitin' for (I got what they waitin' for)I don't run from nothin', dogGet your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' low(Bitch, I aint runnin' from no one)You was never really rootin' for me anywayWhen 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 overYeahI'm the industry babyI'm the industry babyYeah
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