Intro
Baby Back, Ayy, Couple Racks, Ayy
Couple Grammys On Him, Couple Plaques, Ayy
Thatʼs A Fact, Ayy, Throw It Back, Ayy
Throw It Back, Ayy
Pre-Chorus
And This One Is For The Champions
I Ainʼt 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 Donʼt Run From Nothing, Dog
Get Your Soldiers, Tell ʼEm I Ainʼt Layinʼ Low
You Was Never Really Rooting For Me Anyway
When Iʼm Back Up At The Top,
I Wanna Hear You Say
He Donʼt Run From Nothinʼ, Dog
Get Your Soldiers, Tell ʼEm That The Break
Is Over
Uh, Need To, Uh
Need To Get This Album Done
Need A Couple Number Onеs
Need A Plaque On Every Song
Need Mе Like One With Nicki Now
Tell A Rap Nigga I Donʼt See Ya, Hah
Iʼm A Pop Nigga Like Bieber, Hah
I Donʼt Fuck Bitches, Iʼm Queer, Hah
But These Niggas Bitches Like Madea,
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Ayy (Yeah)
Oh, Letʼs Do It
I Ainʼt Fall Off,
I Just Ainʼt 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 Ainʼt 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 Theyʼre Waiting For)
I Donʼt Run From Nothing, Dog
Get Your Soldiers, Tell ʼEm
I Ainʼt Layinʼ Low
(Bitch, I Ainʼt Runninʼ From Nowhere)
You Was Never Really Rooting For Me Anyway
(Ooh, Ooh)
When Iʼm Back Up At The Top,
I Wanna Hear You Say (Ooh, Ooh)
He Donʼt Run From Nothinʼ, Dog
Get Your Soldiers,
Tell ʼEm That The Break Is Over (Yeah)
My Track Record So Clean,
They Couldnʼt Wait To Just Bash Me
I Must Be Gettinʼ Too Flashy,
Yʼall Shouldnʼt Have Let The World Gas Me (Woo)
Itʼs Too Late ʼCause Iʼm Here To Stay And These Girls Know
That Iʼm Nasty (Mmm)
I Sent Her Back To Her Boyfriend
With My Handprint On Her Ass Cheek
City Talkinʼ, We Takinʼ Notes
Tell ʼEm All To Keep Makinʼ Posts
Wish He Could, But He Canʼt Get Close
Og So Proud Of Me That He Chokinʼ
Up While He Makinʼ Toasts
Iʼm The Type That You Canʼt Control,
Said I Would, Then I Made It So
I Donʼt Clear Up Rumors (Ayy),
Whereʼs Yʼall Sense Of Humor? (Ayy)
Iʼm Done Makinʼ Jokes ʼCause
They Got Old Like Baby Boomers
Turned My Haters To Consumers,
I Make Vets Feel Like They Juniors (Juniors)
Say Your Time Is Cominʼ Soon,
But Just Like Oklahoma (Mmm)
Mine Is Cominʼ Sooner (Mmm),
Iʼm Just A Late Bloomer (Mmm)
I Didnʼt Peak In High School,
Iʼm Still Out Here Gettinʼ Cuter (Woo)
All These Social Networks And Computers
Got These Pussies Walkinʼ
ʼRound Like They Ainʼt Losers
Chorus
I Told You Long Ago On The Road
I Got What They Waiting For
I Donʼt Run From Nothing, Dog
Get Your Soldiers, Tell ʼEm I Ainʼt Layinʼ Low
You Was Never Really Rooting For Me Anyway
When Iʼm Back Up At The Top, I Wanna Hear You Say
He Donʼt Run From Nothinʼ, Dog
Get Your Soldiers, Tell ʼEm That The Break Is Over
Outro
Yeah
Iʼm The Industry Baby, Mmm
Iʼm The Industry Baby. Yeah
