Industry Baby - Lil Nas X (ft. Jack Harlow)

Intro
Am B
Baby back, ayy, couple racks, ayy
Em
Couple Grammys on him, couple plaques, ayy
Am B
Thatʼs a fact, ayy, throw it back, ayy
Em
Throw it back, ayy

Pre-Chorus
Am B
And this one is for the champions
Em
I ainʼt lost since I began, yeah
Am
Funny how you said it was the end, yeah
B Em
Then I went did it again, yeah

Chorus
Am B
I told you long ago on the road
Em
I got what they waiting for
Am
I donʼt run from nothing, dog
B Em
Get your soldiers, tell ʼem I ainʼt layinʼ low

Am B
You was never really rooting for me anyway
Em
When Iʼm back up at the top,
I wanna hear you say
Am
He donʼt run from nothinʼ, dog
B Em
Get your soldiers, tell ʼem that the break
is over

Uh, need to, uh

Am
Need to get this album done
B
Need a couple number onеs
Em
Need a plaque on every song
Need mе like one with Nicki now

Am
Tell a rap nigga I donʼt see ya, hah
B
Iʼm a pop nigga like Bieber, hah
Em
I donʼt fuck bitches, Iʼm queer, hah
But these niggas bitches like Madea,

Am
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy (Yeah)
B
Oh, letʼs do it
Em
I ainʼt fall off,
I just ainʼt release my new shit

Am
I blew up,
B
Now everybody tryna sue me
Em
You call me Nas,
But the hood call me Doobie, yeah

Pre-Chorus
Am B
And this one is for the champions
Em
I ainʼt lost since I began, yeah
Am
Funny how you said it was the end, yeah
B Em
Then I went did it again, yeah

Chorus
Am B
I told you long ago on the road
Em
I got what they waiting for
(I got what theyʼre waiting for)

Am
I donʼt run from nothing, dog
B
Get your soldiers, tell ʼem
Em
I ainʼt layinʼ low
(Bitch, I ainʼt runninʼ from nowhere)

Am
You was never really rooting for me anyway
B
(Ooh, ooh)
Em
When Iʼm back up at the top,
I wanna hear you say (Ooh, ooh)

Am
He donʼt run from nothinʼ, dog
B
Get your soldiers,
Em
tell ʼem that the break is over (Yeah)

Am B
My track record so clean,
Em
They couldnʼt wait to just bash me
I must be gettinʼ too flashy,
Am
yʼall shouldnʼt have let the world gas me (Woo)
B
Itʼs too late ʼcause Iʼm here to stay and these girls know
Em
That Iʼm nasty (Mmm)
I sent her back to her boyfriend

Am
With my handprint on her ass cheek
B Em
City talkinʼ, we takinʼ notes
Tell ʼem all to keep makinʼ posts
Am
Wish he could, but he canʼt get close
B
OG so proud of me that he chokinʼ
Em
up while he makinʼ toasts
Iʼm the type that you canʼt control,

Am
Said I would, then I made it so
B
I donʼt clear up rumors (Ayy),
Em
Whereʼs yʼall sense of humor? (Ayy)
Iʼm done makinʼ jokes ʼcause
Am
They got old like baby boomers
B
Turned my haters to consumers,
Em
I make vets feel like they juniors (Juniors)
Say your time is cominʼ soon,
Am

But just like Oklahoma (Mmm)
B
Mine is cominʼ sooner (Mmm),
Em
Iʼm just a late bloomer (Mmm)
I didnʼt peak in high school,
Am
Iʼm still out here gettinʼ cuter (Woo)
B
All these social networks and computers
Em
Got these pussies walkinʼ
ʼRound like they ainʼt losers

Chorus
Am B
I told you long ago on the road
Em
I got what they waiting for
Am
I donʼt run from nothing, dog
B Em
Get your soldiers, tell ʼem I ainʼt layinʼ low

Am B
You was never really rooting for me anyway
Em
When Iʼm back up at the top, I wanna hear you say
Am
He donʼt run from nothinʼ, dog
B Em
Get your soldiers, tell ʼem that the break is over

Outro
Am B Em
Yeah
Em Am B Em
Iʼm the industry baby, mmm

Iʼm the industry baby. Yeah