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Baby back, aye Couple racks, aye Couple Grammys on him, Couple plaques, aye That’s a fact, aye Throw it back, aye Throw it back, aye And this one is for the champions I ain’t lost since I began, yuh Funny how you said it was the end, yuh Then I went did it again, yuh
I told you long ago, on the road I got what they waitin’ for Ion’ run from nothing, dog Get your soldiers, tell ’em I ain’t laying 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 nothing, dog
Get your soldiers tell ’em that the break is over uh need a 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 Ion’ see ya, ha Ima pop n****a like Bieber, ha
Ion’ fuck bitches I’m queer, ha But these n****as bitches like madea Yeah yeah yeahhhhhhh Ay, let’s do it I ain’t fall off, I just ain’t release my new shit I blew up now everybody tryna sue me You call me Nas, but the hood call me Doobie yah
And this one is for the champions I ain’t lost since I began, yuh Funny how you said it was the end, yuh Then I went did it again, yuh I told you long ago, on the road I got what they waitin’ for (I got what they wait on’ for)
Ion’ run from nothing, dog Get your soldiers, tell ’em I ain’t laying low (bitch I aint 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 nothing, 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 getting too flashy Y’all shouldn’t’a let the world gas me It’s too late ’cause I’m here to say, and these girls know that I’m nasty
I sent her back to her boyfriend with my handprint on her ass cheek City talking we taking notes Tell ’em all to keep making posts Wish he could but he can’t get close OGs so proud of me that he choking up while he making toast I’m the type that you can’t control
Said I would then I made it so I don’t clear up rumors Where’s y’all sense of humor? I’m done making jokes ’cause they got old like baby boomers Turn my haters to consumers I make vets feel like they juniors Say your time is coming soon but just like Oklahoma Mine is coming sooner
I’m just a late bloomer I didn’t peak in high school, I’m still out here getting cuter All these social networks and computers Got these pussies walking ’round like they ain’t losers I told you long ago, on the road I got what they waitin’ for (I got what they wait on’ for)
Ion’ run from nothing, dog Get your soldiers, tell ’em I ain’t laying 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 nothing, dog Get your soldiers tell ’em that the break is over Yeah I’m the industry baby I’m the industry baby
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