Lyrics to YNSP
YNSP Video:
[Intro: Vic Mensa]
Yeah (yeah)
Yung Netscape
Save Mula baby!
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[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
How 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!



[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
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

Yung Net Save Peso (16x)

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