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 shit 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 fuck, 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 pussy or mouth, I'ma need all hands A nigga 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 Fuck 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 fuck 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 pussy glore, fuck it Kill 'em while they snoring, worried 'bout my report Four, four, I'm at the door like, "What the fuck is key?" You must be asexual if you are not fuckin' with me Still that young nigga 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 shit 'Cause only niggas in Rhode Island are fuckin' 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 fuck 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 niggas 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! Nigga just tryin' to be a rapper I don't care what the fuck happens before or after Call it bastard, natural disaster Like the hurricane movie, that shit probably sucked, though I don't give a fuck, though, [?] [?]-