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Yung Netscape

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YNSP

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Innanet

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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 (Ooh, woo, aha)

Ooh, let me talk my shit

Sixteen when they tried to give me thirty-five hundred, now them labels back on my dick

Yap-yap, woop-woop

"How's life these days?" Gotta say, man, shit's legit

Generally a rowdy roller, rollin' ayatollah, tell me that ain't blowin' up quick (Boom)

Shit for the birds, let 'em sleep with the fish

First off, tell 'em VIC back (Back)

To bury the bullshit **** be signin'

To be honest, yo, I told No I.D. that shit wack (Wack)

Wasn't even tryna be arrogant

Bearin' comparison to us, I mean, it's kinda just fact (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 Selassi, out with a full clip (Doom-doom)

Basquiat with a pen

Hand-paint the Benz in the bodyshop, kamikaze top

Blown back, you a throwback

God knows we the new shit

You know the name, you know the gang, I know they sayin' we up next

But fuck that, I'm right now, Yung Net

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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

Ain't shit change but everything

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 your picture in a magazine

Lost a few ****, red tattoo for my blues

True back when I was seventeen

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 (Poof)

Magic, jumpin', like Mike, I'm Johnson meets Jackson

Yap-yap (Woop-woop)

Hittin' six corners in a drop-top (Skrrt), that's a hexagon (Uh)

Someone told me I've been 'posed to blow (Boom)

I'm cuttin' you from the rope if I'm next in line

I'd be careful how you react (Be cool)

They actually after you, happily capture you

Cappin' your beef, put a bullet in your back (Brr, blah, blah)

Killers stay awake when the streets go to sleep

TV's in the seat, couldn't show you where you at

Pitch black, nightmare (Uh), kill 'em right there

Write like Richard Pryor to rap

Toussaint to slave, was supplyin' the sack, woah

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