Industry Baby (Gu3la Remix)

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've 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're waiting for

I don't run from nothing, dawg, 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'll run from nothin', dawg, get your soldiers

Tell 'em that the break is over

Need, uh, need to get this album done

Need a couplе number ones

Need a plaque on еvery song

Need me like one with Nicki now

Tell a rap nigga I don't see ya, huh

I'm a pop nigga like Bieber, huh

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

But these niggas bitches like Madea

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Ayy, oh, let's do it (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, dawg

And this one is for the champions

I ain't lost since I've 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're waiting for

(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

(I got what they're waiting for)

I'll run from nothing, dawg, 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'll run from nothin', dawg, 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

It's too late, 'cause I'm here to stay

And these girls know that I'm nasty

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’ toast

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

Turn 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

I told you long ago on the road

I got what they're waiting for

(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

(I got what they're waiting for)

I'll run from nothing, dawg, 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'll run from nothin', dawg, get your soldiers

Tell 'em that the break is over

Yeah

I'm the industry, baby

I'm the industry, baby

Yeah