Industry Baby / Beat It (medley) (Lukka Mashup) (feat. Lil Nas, Jack Harlow & Michael Jackson)

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 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' 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

Uh, need a, uh

They told him: Don't you ever come around here

Don't wanna see your face, you better disappear

The fire's in their eyes and their words are really clear

So beat it, just beat it

You better run, you better do what you can

Don't wanna see no blood, don't be a macho man

You wanna be tough, better do what you can

So beat it, but you wanna be bad

Just beat it (beat it), beat it (beat it)

No one wants to be defeated

Showin' how funky and strong is your fight

It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

Just beat it (beat it)

Just beat it (beat it)

Just beat it (beat it)

Just beat it (beat it, uh)

I don't run from nothin', dog

Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' low

(Bitch, I ain't runnin' from no one)

You was never really rootin' for me anyway (like, ooh-ooh)

When I'm back up at the top I wanna hear you say (like, ooh-ooh)

He don't run from nothin', dog

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 (woo)

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' toasts

I'm the type that you can't control

Said I would then I made it so (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

Mine is comin' sooner

I'm just a late bloomer

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 (losers)

I told you long ago, on the road

I got what they waitin' for (I got what they waitin' for)

I don't run from nothin', dog

Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' low

(Bitch, I aint runnin' from no one)

You was never really rootin' for me anyway (like, ooh-ooh)

When I'm back up at the top I wanna hear you say (like, ooh-ooh)

He don't run from nothin', dog

Get your soldiers, tell 'em that the break is over

Yeah

I'm the industry baby

I'm the industry baby

Yeah