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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeINDUSTRY BABY (With Jack Harlow) (EXTENDED)
(D-D-Daytrip took it to ten, hey)Baby back, ayy, couple racks, ayyCouple Grammys on him, couple plaques, ayyThat's a fact, ayy, throw it back, ayyThrow it back, ayyAnd this one is for the championsI ain't lost since I began, yeahFunny how you said it was the end, yeahThen I went did it again, yeahI 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 to, uhNeed 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, hahI'm a pop nigga like Bieber, hahI don't fuck bitches, I'm queer, hahBut these niggas bitches like Madea, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy (Yeah)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, yeahAnd this one is for the championsI ain't lost since I began, yeahFunny how you said it was the end, yeahThen I went did it again, yeahI told you long ago on the roadI got what they waitin' for (I got what they're waitin' for)I don't run from nothin', dogGet your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' low (Bitch, I ain't runnin' from nowhere)You was never really rootin' for me anyway (Ooh, ooh)When I'm back up at the top, I wanna hear you say (Ooh, ooh)"He don't run from nothin', dog"Get your soldiers, tell 'em that the break is over (Yeah)My track record so clean, they couldn't wait to just bash meI must be gettin' too flashy, y'all shouldn't have let the world gas me (Woo)It's too late 'cause I'm here to stay and these girls know that I'm nasty (MM)I sent her back to her boyfriend with 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' up while he makin' toastsI'm the type that you can't control, said I would, then I made it soI don't clear up rumors (Ayy) , where's y'all sense of humor? (Ayy)I'm done makin' jokes 'cause they got old like baby boomersTurned my haters to consumers, I make vets feel like they juniors (Juniors)Say your time is comin' soon, but just like Oklahoma (MM)Mine is comin' sooner (MM) , I'm just a late bloomer (MM)I didn't peak in high school, I'm still out here gettin' cuter (Woo)All 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're waitin' for)I don't run from nothin', dogGet your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' low (Bitch, I ain't runnin' from nowhere)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 run it up, run it up for the ratchetsTikTok bitches doin' dancesRodeo blastin' in my mansionWith all this damn fetti, I been feelin' like a- (Champion)I'm the industry baby, yeahI'm the industry babyYeah
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