Lil Nas X & Jack Harlow – Industry Baby

Industry Baby lyrics

Baby back, ay

Couple racks, ay

Couple Grammys on him

Couple plaques, ay

That’s a fact, ay

Throw it back, ay

Throw it back, ay

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 run from nothin’, dawg

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 run from nothin’, dawg”

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

Need a, 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”,

Huh

I’m a pop nigga like Bieber,

Huh

I don’t fuck bitches, I’m queer

Huh

But their ain’t niggas bitches like Madea

Yeah yeah yeah ay

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 Doo...

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 run from nothin’, dawg

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 run from nothin’, dawg”

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

Yeah

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’ toasts

I’m the type that you can’t control

Said I would then I made it so

I don’t clear up rumors

Where’s y’all sense of humor?

I’m done makin’ jokes ’cause they got old like baby boomers

Turn my haters to consumers

I make vets feel like they 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

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 waitin’ for

I run from nothin’, dawg

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 run from nothin’, dawg”

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

Yeah

I’m the industry baby, mh

I’m the industry baby

Yeah