Industry Baby

Baby back, ayy, couple racks, ayy Couple Grammys on him, couple plaques, ayy That's a fact, ayy, throw it back, ayy Throw it back, ayy 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 I told you long ago on the road I got what they waiting for Don't run from nothing, dawg Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' low You was never really rooting for me anyway When I'm back up at the top, I wanna hear you say Don't run from nothin', dawg Get your soldiers, tell 'em that the break is over Uh, need to, 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 her I'll be there to see her, hah I'm Fareza's Bieber, hah I don't fuck bitches, I'm queer, hah But these old bitches like Madea, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy (yo) I wanna 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, yeah, yeah, yeah (And this one is for the champions) I ain't lost since I began, yeah Funny how you said it was the end Then I went did it again, yeah I told you long ago on the road I got what they waiting for I don't run from nothing, dawg Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' low You was never really rooting for me anyway When I'm back up at the top, I wanna hear you say He don't run from nothin', dawg Get your soldiers, tell 'em that the break is over Ayy, my track record so clean, they couldn't wait to just bash me I must be gettin' too flashy, y'all shouldn't have 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 OG, 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 (ayy), where's y'all sense of humor? (Yeah) I'm done makin' jokes 'cause they got old like baby boomers Turned 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 waiting for (I got what they waiting for) I don't run from nothing, dawg Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' low (I got what they waiting for) You was never really rooting for me anyway When I'm back up at the top, I wanna hear you say He don't run from nothin', dawg Get your soldiers, tell 'em that the break is over Uh-huh, yeah, I'm the industry baby Yeah, I'm the industry baby-ay-ay-ay