Karaoké Industry Baby Lil Nas X & Jack Harlow

Da-Da-Daytrip took it to ten

Baby back, hey couple racks, hey

Couple Grammys on him couple plaques, hey

That's a fact, hey

Throw it back, hey

Throw it back, hey

And this one is for the champions

I ain't lost since I began

Funny how you said it was the end

Then I went did it again

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

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 nigga I don't see ya

I'm a pop nigga like Bieber

I don't fuck bitches, I'm queer

But these niggas bitches like Madea

Hey

Oh, 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

And this one is for the champions

I ain't lost since I began

Funny how you said it was the end

Then I went did it again

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

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

It's too late 'cos I'm here to stay and these girls know that I'm nasty

I sent her back to her boyfriend with my handprint on her ass 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

Where's y'all sense of humor

I'm done makin' jokes 'cos they got old like baby boomers

Turned my haters to consumers

I make vets feel like they juniors

Say your time is comin' soon but just like Oklahoma

Mine is comin' sooner

I'm just a late bloomer

I didn't peak in high school

I'm still out here gettin' cuter

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 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

Yeah

I'm the industry baby

Hmm, ooh

Hmm, I'm the industry baby

Yeah