Industry Baby - Lil Nas X and Jack Harlow (lyrics) Baby back, ayy Couple racks, ayy Couple Grammys on him Couple plaques, ayy That\u0027s a fact, ayy Throw it back, ayy Throw it back, ayy And this one is for the champions I ain\u0027t 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\u0027 for I don\u0027t run from nothin\u0027, dog Get your soldiers, tell \u0027em I ain\u0027t layin\u0027 low You was never really rootin\u0027 for me anyway When I\u0027m back up at the top, I wanna hear you say He don\u0027t run from nothin\u0027, dog Get your soldiers, tell \u0027em 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, \u0022I don\u0027t see ya, \u0022 ha I\u0027m a pop nigga like Bieber, ha I don\u0027t fuck bitches, I\u0027m queer, ha But these niggas bitches like Madea Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) Ayy, oh, let\u0027s do it I ain\u0027t fall off, I just ain\u0027t 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\u0027t 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\u0027 for (I got what they waitin\u0027 for) I don\u0027t run from nothin\u0027, dog Get your soldiers, tell \u0027em I ain\u0027t layin\u0027 low (Bitch, I ain\u0027t runnin\u0027 from no one) You was never really rootin\u0027 for me anyway (like, ooh-ooh) When I\u0027m back up at the top I wanna hear you say (like, ooh-ooh) He don\u0027t run from nothin\u0027, dog Get your soldiers, tell \u0027em that the break is over My track record so clean They couldn\u0027t wait to just bash me I must be gettin\u0027 too flashy Y\u0027all shouldn\u0027t have let the world gas me (woo) It\u0027s too late \u0027cause I\u0027m here to stay And these girls know that I\u0027m nasty (mm) I sent her back to her boyfriend With my handprint on her ass cheek City talkin\u0027, we takin\u0027 notes Tell \u0027em all to keep makin\u0027 posts Wish he could but he can\u0027t get close OG so proud of me that he chokin\u0027 up while he makin\u0027 toasts I\u0027m the type that you can\u0027t control Said I would then I made it so (so) I don\u0027t clear up rumors (ayy) Where\u0027s y\u0027all sense of humor? (Ayy) I\u0027m done makin\u0027 jokes \u0027cause they got old like baby boomers Turn my haters to consumers I make vets feel like they juniors (juniors) Say your time is comin\u0027 soon but just like Oklahoma (mm) Mine is comin\u0027 sooner (mm) I\u0027m just a late bloomer (mm) I didn\u0027t peak in high school, I\u0027m still out here gettin\u0027 cuter (woo) All these social networks and computers Got these pussies walkin\u0027 \u0027round like they ain\u0027t losers (losers) I told you long ago, on the road I got what they waitin\u0027 for (I got what they waitin\u0027 for) I don\u0027t run from nothin\u0027, dog Get your soldiers, tell \u0027em I ain\u0027t layin\u0027 low (Bitch, I ain\u0027t runnin\u0027 from no one) You was never really rootin\u0027 for me anyway (like, ooh-ooh) When I\u0027m back up at the top I wanna hear you say (like, ooh-ooh) He don\u0027t run from nothin\u0027, dog Get your soldiers, tell \u0027em that the break is over Yeah I\u0027m the industry baby, mm I\u0027m the industry baby Yeah