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[Intro: Vic Mensa] Yeah (yeah) Yung Netscape Save Mula baby! Owwwwww!! Uh-huh Y-N-S-P Yeah, yeah, yeah Innanet! [Hook: Vic Mensa] Yung Net Save Peso (8x) [Hook: Eliza Doolittle] Listen why You wanna know I'm not that puppy jumping for bones How high will you go The makers are making it They'll be no faking it [Verse 1: Vic Mensa] Oooooh, lemme talk my shit 16 when they tried to give me 35 hundred Now them labels back on my dick Ak-ak woop-woop Letras de cancionesHow life these days? Gotta say man shits legit Generally [?] ayatollah Tell me that ain't blowing up quick Shit for the birds, let 'em sleep with the fish First off, tell 'em Vic back To bury the bullshit niggas be signing to be honest Yo I told No I.D. that shit wack Wasn't even trying to be arrogant Very comparison of us I mean it's kinda just fact Who could make the globe shift with the flow With a flow shift when I wrote this I was on a plane feelin' like David Blane I blow 'em out the water when they try to put me in a box Box with God when I throw fists High society Haile Selassi out with a full clip Basquiat with a pen Hand paint the benz in the bodyshop Kamikaze top blowin' back you a throwback God knows we the new shit You know the name you know the gang I know they saying we up next But fuck that I'm right now Yung Net! [Hook] [Hook] [Verse 2] Ain't shit change but everythang Wonder how I stay afloat When the pressure of my name could probably make a levee sink Sing another song See beauty in the pain Paint a picture, put ya picture in a magazine Lost a few niggas Red tattoo for my blues True back when I was 17 I couldn't wait to be king Close my eyes in my sleep Hear my dreams sound so loud Every show sold out So what happens, it happen Poof! Magic, jumping like Mike I'm Johnson meets Jackson Yop, yop (whoop, whoop) Hit 6 corners in a drop top That's a hexagon Someone told me I've been 'posed to blow I'm cutting you from the rope, if I'm next in line Be careful how you react (be cool) They actually after you happily capture you cappin' your beef Put a bullet in your back Killers stay away from the streets Go to sleep, tv's in a seat couldn't show you where you at Pitch black, nightmare Kill 'em right there Right like Richard Pryor the wrap Too sane to slave a supplier in a sack [Hook] Yung Net Save Peso (16x) [Outro] From Letras Mania