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Baby back ayy couple racks ayy

Couple Grammys on hi

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 waiting for

I don't run from nothing dog

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 don't run from nothin' dog

Get your soldiers

Tell 'em that the break is over

Uh need to uh

Need to get this album done

Need a couple numbеr ones

Need a plaque on evеry song

Need me like one with Nicki now

Tell a rap nigga

I don't see ya hah

I'm a pop nigga like Bieber hah

I don't fuck bitches

I'm queer hah

But these niggas bitches

Like Madea 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 yah

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 waiting for

I don't run from nothing dog

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 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

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

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're waiting for

I don't run from nothing dog

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 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