Lil Nas X - Industry Baby lyrics

[Lil Nas X:] Baby back, aye Couple racks, aye Couple Grammys on him Couple plaques, aye That's a fact, aye Throw it back, aye Throw it back, aye And this one is for the champions I ain't lost since I began, yuh Funny how you said it was the end, yuh Then I went did it again, yuh 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 ni**a, "I don't see ya", ha I'ma pop ni**a like Bieber, ha I don't fu*k b*tches, I'm queer, ha But these ni**as b*tches like Madea Yeah, yeah, yeah Ay, oh let's do it I ain't fall off, I just ain't release my new sh*t 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, yuh Funny how you said it was the end, yuh Then I went did it again, yuh 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 (b*tch, 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 [Jack Harlow:] 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 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 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 [Lil Nas X:] 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 (b*tch, 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