Chord Lil Nas X (ft. Jack Harlow) by Industry Baby

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