Industry Baby (Slowed & Reverb)

Industry Baby(Slowed & Reverb) - Sarthak Pandey

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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

Need to need to

Stomp

Need a couple number ones

Need a plaque on every song

Need me like one with Nicki now

Tell a rap n***a I don't see ya ha

I'm a pop n***a like Bieber ha

I don't f**k b***hes I'm queer ha

But these n***as b***hes like Madea

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Ayy oh let's do it

I ain't fall off

I just ain't release my new s**t

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 nothin' dog

Get your soldiers tell

'Em I ain't layin' low

B***h I ain't runnin' from no one

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

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 a*s 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 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 nothin' dog

Get your soldiers

Tell 'em I ain't layin' low

B***h I ain't runnin' from no one

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

Yeah

I'm the industry baby mm

I'm the industry baby

Yeah

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