Intro: Ebm Ebsus4 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 Abm Bb And this one is for the champions Pre-Chorus: Ebm I ain't lost since I began, yeah Abm Bb Funny how you said it was the end, yeah Ebm Then I went did it again, yeah Chorus: Abm Bb I told you long ago, on the road Ebm I got what they waitin' for Abm I don't run from nothin', dog Bb Ebm Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' low Abm Bb You was never really rootin' for me anyway 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 Uh, need to, uh Verse 1: Abm Need to get this album done Bb Need a couple number ones Ebm Need a plaque on every song Need me like one with Nicki now Abm Tell a rap xxxxx, "I don't see ya", ha Bb I'm a pop xxxxx like Bieber, ha Ebm I don't xxxx xxxxxes, I'm queer, ha But these xxxxxs xxxxxes like Madea Abm Yeah, yeah, yeah Bb Ayy, oh, let's do it Ebm I ain't fall off, I just ain't release my new xxxx Abm Bb I blew up now everybody tryna sue me Ebm You call me Nas, But the hood call me Doobie Abm Bb And this one is for the champions Pre-Chorus: Ebm I ain't lost since I began, yeah Abm Bb Funny how you said it was the end, yeah Ebm Then I went did it again, yeah Chorus: Abm Bb I told you long ago, on the road Ebm I got what they waitin' for Abm I don't run from nothin', dog Bb Ebm Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' low Abm Bb You was never really rootin' for me anyway 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, yeah Verse 2: Abm Bb My track record so clean Ebm They couldn't wait to just bash me I must be gettin' too flashy Abm Y'all shouldn't have let the world gas me Bb It's too late 'cause I'm here to stay Ebm And these girls know that I'm nasty I sent her back to her boyfriend Abm Bb With my handprint on her ass cheek Ebm City talkin', we takin' notes Tell 'em all to keep makin' posts Abm Wish he could but he can't get close OG so proud of me Bb Ebm That he chokin' up while he makin' toasts I'm the type that you can't control Abm Said I would then I made it so Bb I don't clear up rumors -ayy- Ebm Where's y'all sense of humor? I'm done makin' jokes Abm 'cause they got old like baby boomers Bb Turn my haters to consumers Ebm I make vets feel like they juniors Abm Say your time is comin' soon but just like Oklahoma Bb Mine is comin' sooner Ebm I'm just a late bloomer Abm I didn't peak in high school, I'm still out here gettin' cuter Bb All these social networks and computers Ebm Got these pussies walkin' 'round like they ain't losers Chorus: Abm Bb I told you long ago, on the road Ebm I got what they waitin' for Abm I don't run from nothin', dog Bb Ebm Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' low Abm Bb You was never really rootin' for me anyway 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, yeah Outro: Abm Bb Ebm I'm the industry baby Abm Bb Ebm I'm the industry baby
