The Yellow Raincoat Pt. 2 lyrics

[Intro, Khary]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I just- I just wanna be-
-Awesome
Check it, yeah!

[Verse 1, Khary]
Gentle as the keys [?]
I'll be on my late night, the world is gonna know this sh*t
I am not an alpha male, just a male with the alphabet
Tryin' to get these words to mean dollars so they can coexist
I be on these beats like Nike tech pants
Comfortable as f*ck, I'm viral, I'm like the next dance
The next craze, this is not a phase, it was all planned
If she won't give me pus*y or mouth, I'ma need all hands
A n*gga gotta come correct, only got a small chance
Tryin' to be as big as the pants of [?]
Ha! Now that's one for the ponderers
Can't tell me I ain't earned my stripes, I'm rowin' gondolas
f*ck followers, hope they swallow, like anaconda does
My industry connects [?] on me 'til they fond of us
Since my talent wasn't enough, I get my dollars up
But when they want something in the future, I have my collars up

[Verse 2]
I just wanna' know, who the f*ck put you on?
Pawns made you feel like a king, what are your rookie songs?
Awesome, if you give a mouse a cookie
He'll come back on the track smellin' like Snooki's thong
Rock my city, like a jersey, like a shore
The ocean stay great, it's semi-hardness, pure
Rap game's James Bond, these cons pus*y glore, f*ck it
Kill 'em while they snoring, worried 'bout my report
Four, four, I'm at the door like, "What the f*ck is key?"
You must be asexual if you are not f*ckin' with me
Still that young n*gga in the color that is vibrant
Yellow, 'cause it stands out, like an airplane at a drive-in
There was a list of Rhode Island rappers that I ain't see me in
Which, I treat it with the civil disobedience
I close the tab, and pretend that I didn't read that sh*t
'Cause only n*ggas in Rhode Island are f*ckin' readin' it!
[Interlude]
Ostracism
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 3]
Woo! Woo! Ain't that that rap you like?
[?] changed like your favorite rapper hermaphrodite
Promised I wouldn't change, but I'll break twenty for a faster life
Don't believe in God, but right now, I be like Pastor Christ
Fastened, I have tried to prepare for when disaster strikes
Lately, I just wing it, hopin' my flight would outlast the kite
Though it's really the same
When I don't get the picture, I just f*ck it out the frame
Dismember your whole September by yellin', "Timber"
Comparin' your [?], but you were hardly a splinter
Master we used to call him, now my n*ggas is ballin'
Vodka shots in the morning, I'm lyin', I can't afford it
My favorite gods are the Greeks, my favorite fighters were Romans
My favorite girl's got an ass, and my favorite horses were Trojans
I'm peakin' like every season, the reason that I'm not done
You're one bar short of sixteen wasted, Cathie Jung, and I'm out

[Outro]
Cathie Jung
She had-- she has the record for the
Smallest waist in the world, which is fifteen inches
So when I say, "You're one bar short of sixteen"
You're one short of sixteen, which would make you Cathie Jung
Wasted, as in, you're wastin' your time
Waist as in she- her waist
Cool!
Yeah!
n*gga just tryin' to be a rapper
I don't care what the f*ck happens before or after
Call it bast*rd, natural disaster
Like the hurricane movie, that sh*t probably sucked, though
I don't give a f*ck, though, [?]
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