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  9. thats nice but Baby back, ayy
    Couple racks, ayy
    Couple Grammys on him
    Couple plaques, ayy
    That's a fact, ayy
    Throw it back, ayy
    Throw it back, ayy
    And this one is for the champions
    I ain't lost since I began, yeah
    Funny how you said it was the end, yeah
    Then I went did it again, yeah
    I told you long ago, on the road
    I got what they waitin' for
    I don't run from nothin', dog
    Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' low
    You was never really rootin' 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
    Uh, 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, " ha
    I'm a pop nigga like Bieber, ha
    I don't fuck bitches, I'm queer, ha
    But these niggas bitches like Madea
    Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
    Ayy, 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, yeah
    And this one is for the champions
    I ain't lost since I began, yeah
    Funny how you said it was the end, yeah
    Then I went did it again, yeah
    I told you long ago, on the road
    I got what they waitin' for (I got what they waitin' for)
    I don't run from nothin', dog
    Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' low
    (Bitch, I ain't runnin' from no one)
    You was never really rootin' for me anyway (like, ooh-ooh)
    When I'm back up at the top I wanna hear you say (like, ooh-ooh)
    He don't run from nothin', 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 gettin' too flashy
    Y'all shouldn't have let the world gas me (woo)
    It's too late 'cause I'm here to stay
    And these girls know that I'm nasty (mm)
    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 (so)
    I don't clear up rumors (ayy)
    Where's y'all sense of humor? (Ayy)
    I'm done makin' jokes 'cause they got old like baby boomers
    Turn my haters to consumers
    I make vets feel like they juniors (juniors)
    Say your time is comin' soon but just like Oklahoma (mm)
    Mine is comin' sooner (mm)
    I'm just a late bloomer (mm)
    I didn't peak in high school, I'm still out here gettin' cuter (woo)
    All these social networks and computers
    Got these pussies walkin' 'round like they ain't losers (losers)
    I told you long ago, on the road
    I got what they waitin' for (I got what they waitin' for)
    I don't run from nothin', dog
    Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' low
    (Bitch, I ain't runnin' from no one)
    You was never really rootin' for me anyway (like, ooh-ooh)
    When I'm back up at the top I wanna hear you say (like, ooh-ooh)
    He don't run from nothin', dog
    Get your soldiers, tell 'em that the break is over
    Yeah
    I'm the industry baby, mm
    I'm the industry baby
    Yeah

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