Industry Baby - Rain Paris

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 nothing, 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,

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", ha,

I'm a pop nigga like Bieber, ha,

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

But these niggas bitches like Madea.

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

(Yeah)

Ayy, 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, yeah!

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 got what they waitin' for)

I don't run from nothing, 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, (Mm)

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.

Turn my haters to consumers,

I make vets feel like they juniors, (Juniors)

Say your time is comin' soon but just like Oklahoma, (Mm)

Mine is comin' sooner, (Mm)

I'm just a late bloomer, (Mm)

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 nothing, 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.