Jack Harlow - Industry Baby (Extended) lyrics

[Intro: Lil Nas X] (D-D-Daytrip took it to ten, hey) 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: Lil Nas X] 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: Lil Nas X] 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 [Verse 1: Lil Nas X] 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 ni**a I don't see ya, hah I'm a pop ni**a like Bieber, hah I don't fu*k b*tches, I'm queer, hah But these ni**as b*tches like Madea, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy (Yeah) Oh, let's do it I ain't fall off, I just ain't release my new sh*t I blew up, now everybody tryna sue me You call me Nas, but the hood call me Doobie, yeah [Pre-Chorus: Lil Nas X] 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: Lil Nas X] I told you long ago on the road I got what they waitin' for (I got what they're waitin' for) I don't run from nothin', dog Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' low (b*tch, I ain't runnin' from nowhere) You was never really rootin' for me anyway (Ooh, ooh) When I'm back up at the top, I wanna hear you say (Ooh, ooh) "He don't run from nothin', dog" Get your soldiers, tell 'em that the break is over (Yeah) [Verse 2: Jack Harlow] 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 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) All these social networks and computers Got these pussies walkin' 'round like they ain't losers [Chorus: Lil Nas X] I told you long ago on the road I got what they waitin' for (I got what they're waitin' for) I don't run from nothin', dog Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' low (b*tch, I ain't runnin' from nowhere) 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 [Outro: Lil Nas X] Yeah I run it up, run it up for the ratchets TikTok b*tches doin' dances Rodeo blastin' in my mansion With all this damn fetti, I been feelin' like a- (Champion) I'm the industry baby, yeah I'm the industry baby Yeah