INDUSTRY BABY (EXTENDED) ft. Jack Harlow Lyrics

INDUSTRY BABY (EXTENDED) ft. Jack Harlow - Lil Nas X

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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, yeah

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 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 a rap nigga, "I don't see ya", ha

I'm a pop nigga like Bieber, ha

I don't fuck bitches, I'm queer, ha

But these niggas bitches like Madea

Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)

Ayy, oh, let's 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

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, yeah

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

(Bitch, I ain't runnin' from no one)

You was never really rootin' for me anyway (like, ooh-ooh)

When I'm back up at the top I wanna hear you say (like, ooh-ooh)

He don't run from nothin', dog

Get your soldiers, tell 'em that the break is over

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 (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 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 (so)

I 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 boomers

Turn 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 computers

Got these pussies walkin' 'round like they ain't losers (losers)

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

(Bitch, I ain't runnin' from no one)

You was never really rootin' for me anyway (like, ooh-ooh)

When I'm back up at the top I wanna hear you say (like, ooh-ooh)

He don't run from nothin', dog

Get your soldiers, tell 'em that the break is over

Yeah

I'm the industry baby, mm

I'm the industry baby

Yeah