[Intro]
Abm Bb
Baby back, ayy, couple racks, ayy
Ebm
Couple Grammys on him, couple plaques,
ayy
Abm Bb
That's a fact, ayy, throw it back, ayy
Ebm
Throw it back, ayy
[Pré-Refrão]
Abm Bb
And this one is for the champions
Ebm
I ain't lost since I began, yeah
Abm
Funny how you said it was the end, yeah
Bb Ebm
Then I went did it again, yeah
[Refrão]
Abm Bb
I told you long ago on the road
Ebm
I got what they waiting for
Abm
I don't run from nothing, dog
Bb Ebm
Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin'
low
Abm
You was never really rooting for me anyway
Bb
Ebm
When I'm back up at the top, I wanna hear
you say
Abm
He don't run from nothin', dog
Bb Ebm
Get your soldiers, tell 'em that the break
is over
[Primeira Parte]
Abm
Uh, need to, uh need to get this album done
Bb
Need a couple number onеs
Ebm
Need a plaque on every song
Need mе like one with Nicki now
Abm
Tell a rap nigga I don't see ya, hah
Bb
I'm a pop nigga like Bieber, hah
Ebm
I don't fuck bitches, I'm queer, hah
But these niggas bitches like Madea, (yeah,
Abm
yeah, yeah,) ayy
Bb
Oh, let's do it
Ebm
I ain't fall off, I just ain't release my
new shit
Abm Bb
I blew up, now everybody tryna sue me
Ebm
You call me Nas, but the hood call me
Doobie, yeah
[Pré-Refrão]
Abm Bb
And this one is for the champions
Ebm
I ain't lost since I began, yeah
Abm
Funny how you said it was the end, yeah
Bb Ebm
Then I went did it again, yeah
[Refrão]
Abm Bb
I told you long ago on the road
Ebm
I got what they waiting for
Abm
I don't run from nothing, dog
Bb Ebm
Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin'
low
Abm
You was never really rooting for me anyway
Bb
(ooh, ooh)
Ebm
When I'm back up at the top, I wanna hear
you say (ooh, ooh)
Abm
He don't run from nothin', dog
Bb Ebm
Get your soldiers, tell 'em that the break
is over (yeah)
[Segunda Parte]
Abm Bb
My track record so clean, they
Ebm
couldn't wait to just bash me
I must be gettin' too flashy, y'all
Abm
shouldn't have let the world gas me (Woo)
Bb
It's too late 'cause I'm here to stay and
Ebm
these girls know that I'm nasty (Mmm)
I sent her back to her boyfriend with my
Abm
handprint on her ass cheek
Bb Ebm
City talkin', we takin' notes
Tell 'em all to keep makin' posts
Abm
Wish he could, but he can't get close
Bb
OG so proud of me that he chokin' up while
Ebm
he makin' toasts
I'm the type that you can't control, said I
Abm
would, then I made it so
Bb
I don't clear up rumors (Ayy), where's
Ebm
y'all sense of humor? (Ayy)
I'm done makin' jokes 'cause they got old
Abm
like baby boomers
Bb
Turned my haters to consumers, I make vets
Ebm
feel like they juniors (Juniors)
Say your time is comin' soon, but just like
Abm
Oklahoma (Mmm)
Bb
Mine is comin' sooner (Mmm), I'm just a
Ebm
late bloomer (Mmm)
I didn't peak in high school, I'm still out
Abm
here gettin' cuter (Woo)
Bb
All these social networks and computers
Ebm
Got these pussies walkin' 'round like they
ain't losers
[Refrão]
Abm Bb
I told you long ago on the road
Ebm
I got what they waiting for
Abm
I don't run from nothing, dog
Bb Ebm
Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin'
low
Abm
You was never really rooting for me anyway
Bb
Ebm
When I'm back up at the top, I wanna hear
you say
Abm
He don't run from nothin', dog
Bb Ebm
Get your soldiers, tell 'em that the break
is over
[Outro]
Abm Bb Ebm Ebm
I'm the industry baby, mmm
Abm Bb Ebm Ebm
I'm the industry baby, yeah
