INDUSTRY BABY (HEDEGAARD Remix)

Lyrics
[Intro] 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 [Pre-Chorus] 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 [Chorus] I told you long ago on the road I got what they waiting for I run from nothing, dog 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 run from nothin', dog Get your soldiers, tell 'em that the break is over [Verse 1] 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, hah I'm a pop nigga like Bieber, hah I don't fuck bitches, I'm queer, hah But these niggas bitches like Madea, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah) 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 [Pre-Chorus] 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 [Chorus] I told you long ago on the road I got what they waiting for (I got what they're waiting for) I run from nothing, dog Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' low (Bitch, I ain't runnin' from nowhere) You was never really rooting for me anyway (Ooh, ooh) When I'm back up at the top, I wanna hear you say (Ooh, ooh) He run from nothin', dog Get your soldiers, tell 'em that the break is over (Yeah) [Verse 2] 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 (Mmm) 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-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 Turned my haters to consumers, I make vets feel like they juniors (Juniors) Say your time is comin' soon, but just like Oklahoma (Mmm) Mine is comin' sooner (Mmm), I'm just a late bloomer (Mmm) I didn't peak in high school, I'm still out here gettin' cuter (Woo) A-All these social networks and computers Got these pussies walkin' 'round like they ain't losers [Chorus] I told you long ago on the road I got what they waiting for (I got what they waiting for) I run from nothing, dog Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' low (Bitch, I ain't runnin' from nowhere) You was never really rooting for me anyway When I'm back up at the top, I wanna hear you say He run from nothin', dog Get your soldiers, tell 'em that the break is over [Outro] Yeah I'm the industry baby, mmm I'm the industry baby, yeah
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Credits
- Writers
- Roy Lenzo
- Mark Williams
- Raul Cubina
- Kanye West
- Nick Lee
- David Biral
- Denzel Baptiste
- Jack Harlow
- Lil Nas X