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