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Industry Baby by Lil Nas X & Jack Harlow
Industry Baby
Tuning: Eb Ab Db Gb Bb Eb
Key: Ab
-Abm- --Bb- -Ebm-
--4-- --6-- --6--
--4-- --6-- --7--
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[Intro: Lil Nas X]
(D-D-Daytrip took it to ten, hey)
Abm Bb
Baby back, ayy, couple racks, ayy
Ebm Ebm
Couple Grammys on him, couple plaques, ayy
Abm Bb
That's a fact, ayy, throw it back, ayy
Ebm
Throw it back, ayy
[Pre-Chorus: Lil Nas X]
Ebm Abm Bb
And this one is for the champions
Ebm
I ain't lost since I began, yeah
Ebm Abm
Funny how you said it was the end, yeah
Bb Ebm Ebm
Then I went did it again, yeah
[Chorus: Lil Nas X]
Abm Bb
I told you long ago on the road
Ebm Ebm
I got what they waiting for
Abm
I don't run from nothing, dog
Bb Ebm Ebm
Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' low
Abm Bb
You was never really rooting for me anyway
Ebm Ebm
When I'm back up at the top, I wanna hear you say
Abm
He don't run from nothin', dog
Bb Ebm Ebm
Get your soldiers, tell 'em that the break is over
[Verse 1: Lil Nas X]
Abm
Uh, need to, uh need to get this album done
Bb
Need a couple number onеs
Ebm
Need a plaque on every song
Ebm
Need mе like one with Nicki now
Abm
Tell a rap nigga I don't see ya, hah
Bb
I'm a pop nigga like Bieber, hah
Ebm
I don't fuck bitches, I'm queer, hah
Ebm Abm
But these niggas bitches like Madea, (yeah, yeah, yeah,) ayy
Bb
Oh, let's do it
Ebm Ebm
I ain't fall off, I just ain't release my new shit
Abm Bb
I blew up, now everybody tryna sue me
Ebm Ebm
You call me Nas, but the hood call me Doobie, yeah
[Pre-Chorus: Lil Nas X]
Abm Bb
And this one is for the champions
Ebm
I ain't lost since I began, yeah
Ebm Abm
Funny how you said it was the end, yeah
Bb Ebm Ebm
Then I went did it again, yeah
[Chorus: Lil Nas X]
Abm Bb
I told you long ago on the road
Ebm Ebm
I got what they waiting for (I got what they're waiting for)
Abm
I don't run from nothing, dog
Bb Ebm Ebm
Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' low (Bitch, I ain't runnin' from nowhere)
Abm Bb
You was never really rooting for me anyway (Ooh, ooh)
Ebm Ebm
When I'm back up at the top, I wanna hear you say (Ooh, ooh)
Abm
He don't run from nothin', dog
Bb Ebm Ebm
Get your soldiers, tell 'em that the break is over (Yeah)
[Verse 2: Jack Harlow]
Abm Bb Ebm
My track record so clean, they couldn't wait to just bash me
Ebm Abm
I must be gettin' too flashy, y'all shouldn't have let the world gas me (Woo)
Bb Ebm
It's too late 'cause I'm here to stay and these girls know that I'm nasty (Mmm)
Ebm Abm
I sent her back to her boyfriend with my handprint on her ass cheek
Bb Ebm
City talkin', we takin' notes
Ebm
Tell 'em all to keep makin' posts
Abm
Wish he could, but he can't get close
Bb Ebm
OG so proud of me that he chokin' up while he makin' toasts
Ebm Abm
I'm the type that you can't control, said I would, then I made it so
Bb Ebm
I don't clear up rumors (Ayy), where's y'all sense of humor? (Ayy)
Ebm Abm
I'm done makin' jokes 'cause they got old like baby boomers
Bb Ebm
Turned my haters to consumers, I make vets feel like they juniors (Juniors)
Ebm Abm
Say your time is comin' soon, but just like Oklahoma (Mmm)
Bb Ebm
Mine is comin' sooner (Mmm), I'm just a late bloomer (Mmm)
Ebm Abm
I didn't peak in high school, I'm still out here gettin' cuter (Woo)
Bb
All these social networks and computers
Ebm Ebm
Got these pussies walkin' 'round like they ain't losers
[Chorus: Lil Nas X]
Abm Bb
I told you long ago on the road
Ebm Ebm
I got what they waiting for
Abm
I don't run from nothing, dog
Bb Ebm Ebm
Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' low
Abm Bb
You was never really rooting for me anyway
Ebm Ebm
When I'm back up at the top, I wanna hear you say
Abm
He don't run from nothin', dog
Bb Ebm Ebm
Get your soldiers, tell 'em that the break is over yeah
[Outro: Lil Nas X]
Abm Bb Ebm Ebm
I'm the industry baby, mmm
Abm Bb Ebm Ebm
I'm the industry baby, yeah
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version 2
Tuning: E A D G B E
Key: Ebm
Intro:
Ebm Ebm4sus
(D-D-Daytrip took it to ten, hey)
Abm7 Bb
Baby back, ayy, couple racks, ayy
Ebm Ebm Db/F Ebm/Gb
Couple Grammys on him, couple plaques, ayy
Abm7 Bb
That's a fact, ayy, throw it back, ayy
Ebm
Throw it back, ayy
[Pre-Chorus: Lil Nas X]
Ebm Db/F Ebm/Gb Abm7
And this one is for the champions
Bb Ebm
I ain't lost since I began, yeah
Ebm Db/F Ebm/Gb Abm7
Funny how you said it was the end, yeah
Bb Ebm
Then I went did it again, yeah
[Chorus: Lil Nas X]
Ebm Db/F Ebm/Gb Abm7 Bb
I told you long ago on the road
Ebm
I got what they waiting for
Ebm Db/F Ebm/Gb Abm7
I don't run from nothing, dog
Bb Ebm
Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' low
Ebm Db/F Ebm/Gb Abm7
You was never really rooting for me anyway
Bb Ebm
When I'm back up at the top, I wanna hear you say
Ebm Db/F Ebm/Gb Abm7
He don't run from nothin', dog
Bb Ebm
Get your soldiers, tell 'em that the break is over
[Verse 1: Lil Nas X]
(Continue the chords with the same rythm)
Ebm Db/F Ebm/Gb
Uh, need to, uh
Abm7
Need to get this album done
Bb
Need a couple number onеs
Ebm
Need a plaque on every song
Ebm Db/F Ebm/Gb
Need mе like one with Nicki now
Abm7
Tell a rap nigga I don't see ya, hah
Bb
I'm a pop nigga like Bieber, hah
Ebm
I don't fuck bitches, I'm queer, hah
Ebm Db/F Ebm/Gb
But these niggas bitches like Madea, yeah,
Abm7
yeah, yeah, ayy (Yeah)
Bb
Oh, let's do it
Ebm
I ain't fall off, I just ain't
Ebm Db/F Ebm/Gb
release my new shit
Abm7 Bb
I blew up, now everybody tryna sue me
Ebm
You call me Nas, but the hood call me Doobie, yeah
[Pre--Chorus: Lil Nas X]
Ebm Db/F Ebm/Gb Abm7
And this one is for the champions
Bb Ebm
I ain't lost since I began, yeah
Ebm Db/F Ebm/Gb Abm7
Funny how you said it was the end, yeah
Bb Ebm
Then I went did it again, yeah
[Chorus: Lil Nas X]
Ebm Db/F Ebm/Gb Abm7 Bb
I told you long ago on the road
Ebm
I got what they waiting for
Ebm Db/F Ebm/Gb Abm7
I don't run from nothing, dog
Bb Ebm
Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' low
Ebm Db/F Ebm/Gb Abm7
You was never really rooting for me anyway
Bb Ebm
When I'm back up at the top, I wanna hear you say
Ebm Db/F Ebm/Gb Abm7
He don't run from nothin', dog
Bb Ebm
Get your soldiers, tell 'em that the break is over
Ebm Db/F Ebm/Gb
[Verse 2: Jack Harlow]
Abm7 Bb
My track record so clean,
Ebm
they couldn't wait to just bash me
I must be gettin' too flashy
Ebm Db/F Ebm/Gb Abm7
y'all shouldn't have let the world gas me (Woo)
Bb
It's too late 'cause I'm here to stay
Ebm
and these girls know that I'm nasty (Mmm)
Ebm Db/F Ebm/Gb
I sent her back to her boyfriend with my handprint
Abm7
on her ass cheek
Bb Ebm
City talkin', we takin' notes
Tell 'em all to keep makin' posts
Ebm Db/F Ebm/Gb Abm7
Wish he could, but he can't get close
Bb
OG so proud of me that he chokin' up
Ebm
while he makin' toasts I'm the type that you can't control,
Ebm Db/F Ebm/Gb Abm7
said I would, then I made it so
Bb
I don't clear up rumors (Ayy),
Ebm
where's y'all sense of humor? (Ayy)
Ebm Db/F Ebm/Gb
I'm done makin' jokes 'cause they got old like
Abm7 Bb
baby boomers Turned my haters to consumers,
Ebm
I make vets feel like they juniors (Juniors)
Ebm Db/F Ebm/Gb
Say your time is comin' soon, but just like
Abm7 Bb
Oklahoma (Mmm) Mine is comin' sooner (Mmm),
Ebm
I'm just a late bloomer (Mmm)
Ebm Db/F Ebm/Gb
I didn't peak in high school, I'm still out here
Abm7
gettin' cuter (Woo)
Bb
All these social networks and computers
Ebm
Got these pussies walkin' 'round like they ain't losers
[Chorus: Lil Nas X]
Ebm Db/F Ebm/Gb Abm7 Bb
I told you long ago on the road
Ebm
I got what they waiting for
Ebm Db/F Ebm/Gb Abm7
I don't run from nothing, dog
Bb Ebm
Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' low
Ebm Db/F Ebm/Gb Abm7
You was never really rooting for me anyway
Bb Ebm
When I'm back up at the top, I wanna hear you say
Ebm Db/F Ebm/Gb Abm7
He don't run from nothin', dog
Bb Ebm
Get your soldiers, tell 'em that the break is over
[Outro: Lil Nas X]
Ebm Db/F Ebm/Gb Abm7 Bb
Yeah
Ebm Ebm Db/F Ebm/Gb
I'm the industry baby, mmm
Abm7 Bb Ebm
Ebm Db/F Ebm/Gb
I'm the industry baby
Yeah
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version 3
Tuning: E A D G B E
[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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[Chorus]
e|--------------|--------------|---------|---------|--------------|----------------|---------|
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[Verse 2]
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[Pre-Chorus]
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[Chorus]
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D|--3--3-3-3-3-3--|--4-3-1-----|--1--------|
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[Outro]
e|--6-4----4----|-----|---------|---------|--6-4----4----|-----|------------|-----||
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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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version 4
Tuning: E A D G B E
[Intro]
E|-----------------------------------------|
B|--------------------4-4444-4--4----------|
G|----------3-3333-3--3-3333-3--3----------|
D|1-1111-1--1-1111-1--1-1111-1--1----------|
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[Main Horn Riff]
E|6----------------------------------------|
B|--9-7---9-7-6------7-6-4------------4-6-7|
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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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version 5
Tuning: E A D G B E
Key: Eb
[Intro]
The trumpet riff transcribed for guitar
e|------------------|------------------|------------------|------------------|
B|------------------|------------------|------------------|------------------|
G|------------------|------------------|-8---8-8-8---8--8-|-8~---------------|
D|------------------|-8---8-8-8---8--8-|-8---8-8-8---8--8-|-8~---------------|
A|-6---6-6-6---6--6-|-6---6-6-6---6--6-|-6---6-6-6---6--6-|-6~---------------|
E|------------------|------------------|------------------|------------------|
[Verse and Chorus]
You can play this throughout the rest of the song
Just the Melody
e|-6--4-------------|-4----------------|------------------|------------------|
B|--------7~--------|----7----6~-------|-7--6----4~-------|--------4---6---7-|
G|------------------|------------------|------------------|------------------|
D|------------------|------------------|------------------|------------------|
A|------------------|------------------|------------------|------------------|
E|------------------|------------------|------------------|------------------|
Melody and Bass
e|-6--4-------------|-4----------------|------------------|------------------|
B|--------7~--------|----7---6~-(6)-(6)|-7--6-------------|------------6---7-|
G|------------------|------------------|---------8~-------|--------8---------|
D|------------------|------------------|------------------|------------3---4-|
A|------------------|------------------|-6----------------|--------6---------|
E|-4----------------|--------6---------|------------------|------------------|
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
| ~ Vibrato
| (n) Ghost Note
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version 6
Tuning: E A D G B E
Key: Ebm
[Intro]
e|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
G|------------2--0-------0---------------------------------------------------|
D|--0--2--3---------3------3--2----2-2-2-2--3--2--0--------------------------|
A|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
E|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
Repeat as desired
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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version 7
Tuning: E A D G B E
Key: C
Intro
[main horn riff]
e|--7-----5-----3-------------5-----3-----2----------3---2---0-----------0---2---3------|
B|--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
G|--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
D|--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
A|--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
E|--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
might sound better on a base
sliding up the neck also works
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
------------------
version 8
Tuning: E A D G B E
Capo: 1st fret
Disclaimer: This Is Not The Full Song.
It Is Just That One Very Recognizable
Melody. That Is Easy To Pick For A
Beginner To Just Practice Wrist Moves…
Ill Also Add The Notes For The Fretboard
Below.
The Lyrics At This Part Are:
Ill Run From Nothing, Dawg Getyour Sword
Just Tell Em I Aint Laying Low.
Notes On Fretboard (first 3 Frets)
Solo
D E F F G F G E EEEE
F E D D E F G A G F G F E EEEEE F E D
[Bridge]
e|---0-1-1-3-1-3-0-0000--1-0-----0-1-3|
B|-3-------------------------3-3------|
G|------------------------------------|
D|------------------------------------|
A|------------------------------------|
E|------------------------------------|
E|---3-1-3-1-0-00000-1-0--------------|
B|-----------------------3------------|
G|-2----------------------------------|
D|------------------------------------|
A|------------------------------------|
E|------------------------------------|
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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