Uploaded September 2021 | Updated September 2026, 6 hours ago
Instagram: instagram.com/extcmusic
Second channel name winner: @pøwerless.
Lyrics:
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 a, 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 aint 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
Instagram: instagram.com/extcmusic
Second channel name winner: @pøwerless.
Lyrics:
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 a, 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 aint 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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Second channel name winner: @pøwerless.
Lyrics:
$licky, $licky, $licky
Lil Remains, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hunnid K on a fuckboy, hmm (Fuckboy)
Fuck I look like? Think I trust boys, yeah
Full of hate, Ima kill joy
$licky ridin on blades like a hot boy
Ayy, 50 K on the chain, chain, chain (Chain, chain)
Grey, Grey, its the gang, gang, gang (Gang, gang)
Loaded Ks, leave a stain, stain, stain (Stain, stain)
Fucking right Im out my brain, brain, brain (Brain, brain)
Spin the block out with the Glock out like a menace (Like a menace)
Gimme a minute, Ima make sure that its finished
If Im ridin better call and say you penance
Shoulda listened to your bitch in the beginning, ayy, yeah
K-I- double L-E-R
So many bodies, made a hobby out thе ER (Yeah)
Rollin with Oddy, smoking that gaudy for my leisure
Whipping thе mazi, pumpin the shotty, trigger squeezer
Breakin the bitch, swervin the Benz, fuck an ameands
Gunnin and fuckin I murdered her pussy and her friend (Yeah, yeah)
My reality is hell, I dont pretend, yeah, yeah
I just learn to blend in with the sin (Ayy, ayy)
Here we go again, here we go (Here we go)
Wanna come and try $licky? You should know (You should know)
I got a thousand ways for you to end in yellow tape
And I got plenty people round me wanna earn they way (Ayy)
[Chorus: Ruby da Cherry]
Hunnid K on a fuckboy, hmm
Fuck I look like? Think I trust boys, yeah
Full of hate, Ima kill joy
Ruby ridin on blades like a hot boy
Ayy, 50 K on the chain, chain, chain
Grey, Grey, its the gang, gang, gang
Loaded Ks, leave a stain, stain, stain (Hunnid)
Fuckin right Im out my brain, brain, brain
Hunnid K for the car, half a mill for the addiction
They shipped me off the rehab cause I started questionin my existence (Huh?)
Gimme them prescriptions and Ill show you repetition (Yuh)
Stubborn motherfucker you know Ruby never listens (Uh, what?)
Grey*59, buyin time til the grave
Time flyin every day, sign my name
Im confined to the page until a spine and a stain is the only thing remaining (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pullin up Mercedes, bitch, Im pushin up daisies
Vision always blurry and my memory hazy
Grey bandana out the window, waving while Im racin (Nyow)
Raisin my hand to the sky and tell the angels come and take me (Im waiting!)
Awaken my demons, bringing me down to my knees, they wanna break me
They wanna isolate me, leave me naked, fuckin shaking
Grippin the .380, voices tellin me Im crazy (Pew, pew, pew, pew)
Sold my soul, Im Grey until my final destination
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