Eliza Doolittle - YNSP lyrics

[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) [Bridge: Eliza Doolittle] So why do you wanna know? I'm not that puppy dog jumping for bones How high will you go? The makers are making it, there'll be no faking it [Verse 1: Vic Mensa] Oooooh, lemme talk my sh** 16 when they tried to give me 35 hundred Now them labels back on my dick Yap yap woop-woop How's life these days? Gotta say man sh**s legit Generally a rowdy roller rolling ayatollah Tell me that ain't blowing up quick sh** for the birds, let 'em sleep with the fish First off, tell 'em Vic back To bury the bullsh** n***as be signing To be honest yo I told No I.D. that sh** wack Wasn't even trying to be arrogant Bearing comparison to us I mean it's kinda just fact Who could make the globe shift with a flow switch when I wrote this I was on a plane feelin' like David Blaine 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 Sela**i out with a full clip Basquiat with a pen Hand paint the benz in the bodyshop Kamikaze top blown back you a throwback God knows we the new sh** You know the name you know the gang I know they saying we up next But f** that I'm right now Yung Net! [Hook] [Verse 2] Ain't sh** change but everythang Wonder how I stay afloat When the pressure on 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 n***as, 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 to happens it happened Poof! Magic, jumping like Mike I'm Johnson meets Jackson Yap yap (woop woop) Hitting 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 k**ers stay awake when the streets go to sleep TV's in the seat couldn't show you where you at Pitch black, nightmare k** 'em right there Write like Richard Pryor to rap Toussaint to slave was supplying the sack [Hook] [Outro] Dan: Yooo, Vic, whattup man? Yo, I'm just making sure, yo are you sleeping? Vic: Huh, yeah... sh**, I dunno Dan: What? Vic, the flight leaves at 7:30 man Leavin' [?] at the LAX Vic: 20 to the 0, shawty got that a** though. *coughs* What's up? Dan: Dude, get up! You need to get to the airport now, man Vic: Alright I'm up, I gotchu, I'm up. I'm up. I'm finna just, just like lay back down for a second and sh**, but I'm up though Dan: Go, cause you're late, don't be late man. I need you to get on that plane. 7:30 leaving O'Hare going to LAX