文本歌词

作曲 : Jack Harlow Lil Nas X
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've 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're waiting for
Don't run from nothing dog, get your soldiers
Tell 'em I ain't layin' low
You was never really rooting for me anyway
When I'm back up at the top I wanna hear you say
He'll run from nothin' dog, get your soldiers
Tell 'em that the break is over
Need, 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 k*ller I don't see ya, huh
I'm a pop singer like Bieber, huh
I don't **** b***hes, I'm queer, huh
But these b***hes like Madea, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Ayy, oh, let's do it
I ain't fall off, I just ain't release my new ****
I blew up, now everybody tryna sue me
You call me Nas but the hood call me Doobie,dog
And this one is for the champions
I ain't lost since I've 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're waiting for
Don't run from nothing, dog, get your soldiers
Tell 'em I ain't layin' low
You was never really rooting for me anyway
When I'm back up at the top I wanna hear you say
He'll 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
It's too late 'cause I'm here to stay and these girls know that I'm nasty
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' toast
I'm the type that you can't control
Said I would, then I made it so
I don't clear up rumors
Where's y'all sense of humor?
I'm done makin' jokes 'cause they got old like baby boomers
Turn my haters to consumers
I make vets feel like they juniors
Say your time is comin' soon but just like Oklahoma
Mine is comin' sooner
I'm just a late bloomer
I done peaked in high school, I'm still out here gettin' cuter
All these social networks and computers
Got these pussies walkin' 'round like they ain't losers
I told you long ago on the road
I got what they're waiting for
Don't run from nothing, dawg, get your swords
Just tell 'em I ain't layin' low
You was never really rooting for me anyway
When I'm back up at the top I wanna hear you say
He'll run from nothin', dawg, get your sword
Just tell 'em that the break is over