D-D-Daytrip took it to ten, heyBaby back, ayy, couple racks, ayyCouple Grammys on him, couple plaques, ayyThat’s a fact, ayy, throw it back, ayyThrow it back, ayyAnd this one is for the championsI ain’t lost since I’ve began, yeahFunny how you said it was the end, yeahThen I went, did it again, yeahI told you long ago on the roadI got what they waiting forI don’t run from nothing, dogGet your soldiers, tell ’em I ain’t layin’ lowYou was never really rooting for me anywayWhen I’m back up at the top, I wanna hear you sayHe don’t run from nothin’, dogGet your soldiers, tell ’em that the break is overAh, ooh, ah, ooh, ah, oohUh, need to, uhNeed to get this album doneNeed a couple numbеr onesNeed a plaque on evеry songNeed me like one with Nicki nowTell a rap ni**a I don’t see ya, hahI’m a pop ni**a like Bieber, hahI don’t f**k bi**hes, I’m queer, hahBut these ni**as bi**hes like Madea, yeah, yeah, yeahAyy, oh, let’s do it Oh, let’s do itI ain’t fall off, I just ain’t release my new sh*tI blew up, now everybody tryna sue meYou call me Nas, but the hood call me Doobie, yahAnd this one is for the championsI ain’t lost since I’ve began, yeahFunny how you said it was the end, yeahThen I went did it again, yeahI told you long ago on the road
I got what they waiting forAyy, ayy, ayy, ayy, I got what they’re waiting forI don’t run from nothing, dogGet your soldiers, tell ’em I ain’t layin’ lowBi**h, I ain’t runnin’ from nowhereYou was never really rooting for me anywayWhen I’m back up at the top, I wanna hear you sayHe don’t run from nothin’, dogGet your soldiers, tell ’em that the break is overMy track record so clean, they couldn’t wait to just bash meI must be gettin’ too flashy, y’all shouldn’t have let the world gas meIt’s too late ’cause I’m here to stay and these girls know that I’m nastyI sent her back to her boyfriend with my handprint on her ass cheekCity talkin’, we takin’ notesTell ’em all to keep makin’ posts, wish he could, but he can’t get closeOG so proud of me that he chokin’ up while he makin’ toastI’m the type that you can’t control, said I would, then I made it soI don’t clear up rumors Ayy, where’s y’all sense of humor?I’m done makin’ jokes ’cause they got old like baby boomersTurn my haters to consumers, I make vets feel like they juniorsSay your time is comin’ soon but just like OklahomaMine is comin’ sooner, I’m just a late bloomerI didn’t peak in high school, I’m still out here gettin’ cuterAll these social networks and computersGot these pussies walkin’ ’round like they ain’t losersI told you long ago on the roadI got what they’re waiting forAyy, ayy, ayy, ayy, I got what they’re waiting forI don’t run from nothing, dogGet your soldiers, tell ’em I ain’t layin’ lowBi**h, I ain’t runnin’ from nowhereYou was never really rooting for me anywayWhen I’m back up at the top, I wanna hear you sayHe don’t run from nothin’, dogGet your soldiers, tell ’em that the break is overYeahI’m the industry babyI’m the industry babyYeah
