Baby back, ayyCouple racks, ayyCouple Grammys on himCouple plaques, ayyThats a fact, ayyThrow it back, ayyThrow it back, ayyAnd this one is for the championsI aint lost since I began, yeahFunny how you said it was the end, yeahThen I went did it again, yeahI told you long ago, on the roadI got what they waitin forI dont run from nothin, dogGet your soldiers, tell em I aint layin lowYou was never really rootin for me anywayWhen Im back up at the top I wanna hear you sayHe dont run from nothin, dogGet your soldiers, tell em that the break is overUh, need to, uhNeed to get this album doneNeed a couple number onesNeed a plaque on every songNeed me like one with Nicki nowTell a rap nigga, "I dont see ya", haIm a pop nigga like Bieber, haI dont fuck bitches, Im queer, haBut these niggas bitches like MadeaYeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)Ayy, oh, lets do itI aint fall off, I just aint release my new shitI blew up now everybody tryna sue meYou call me Nas, but the hood call me Doobie, yeahAnd this one is for the championsI aint lost since I began, yeahFunny how you said it was the end, yeahThen I went did it again, yeahI told you long ago, on the roadI got what they waitin for (I got what they waitin for)I dont run from nothin, dogGet your soldiers, tell em I aint layin low(Bitch, I aint runnin from no one)You was never really rootin for me anyway (like, ooh-ooh)When Im back up at the top I wanna hear you say (like, ooh-ooh)He dont run from nothin, dogGet your soldiers, tell em that the break is overMy track record so cleanThey couldnt wait to just bash meI must be gettin too flashyYall shouldnt have let the world gas me (woo)Its too late cause Im here to stayAnd these girls know that Im nasty (mm)I sent her back to her boyfriendWith my handprint on her ass cheekCity talkin, we takin notesTell em all to keep makin postsWish he could but he cant get closeOG so proud of me that he chokin up while he makin toastsIm the type that you cant controlSaid I would then I made it so (so)I dont clear up rumors (ayy)Wheres yall sense of humor? (Ayy)Im done makin jokes cause they got old like baby boomersTurn my haters to consumersI make vets feel like they juniors (juniors)Say your time is comin soon but just like Oklahoma (mm)Mine is comin sooner (mm)Im just a late bloomer (mm)I didnt peak in high school, Im still out here gettin cuter (woo)All these social networks and computersGot these pussies walkin round like they aint losers (losers)I told you long ago, on the roadI got what they waitin for (I got what they waitin for)I dont run from nothin, dogGet your soldiers, tell em I aint layin low(Bitch, I aint runnin from no one)You was never really rootin for me anyway (like, ooh-ooh)When Im back up at the top I wanna hear you say (like, ooh-ooh)He dont run from nothin, dogGet your soldiers, tell em that the break is overYeahIm the industry baby, mmIm the industry babyYeah
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