歌词
作曲 : David Biral/Denzel Baptiste/Mark Williams/Nick Lee/Raul Cubina/Jack Harlow/Kanye West/Montero Hill/Roy Lenzo
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 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 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 hah
I'm a pop n***a like Bieber hah
I don't f**k b***hes I'm queer hah
But these n***as b***hes like Madea
Yeah yeah yeah ayy yeah
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
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 waiting for
I got what they're waiting for
I don't run from nothing dog
Get your soldiers tell 'em I ain't layin' low
B***h I ain't runnin' from nowhere
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
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 mmm
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
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
Turned 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 mmm
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
I told you long ago on the road
I got what they waiting for
I got what they waiting for
I don't run from nothing dog
Get your soldiers tell 'em I ain't layin' low
B***h I ain't runnin' from nowhere
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 mmm
I'm the industry baby
Yeah