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The Yellow Raincoat Pt. 5

 

The Yellow Raincoat Pt. 5


Yo, catch me on like a light switch
Y'all niggas ain't fly, y'all simulating my flight, bitch
This is raw talent, raw magic, I am icist
I pick any rapper talking bout his ice lit
But then again, when you come from nutting, that shit's priceless
So maybe I'mma need diamonds too
Still balling on the budget, obsolete rhyming food
But this color that I wear is worth more than a jewel
So I switch speeds, neva do I switch teams
Niggas can't keep up so I often have to switch leagues
Niggas try to jack me so I often try to switch bees
Dark summer giant, all? for you mixed breeds
That means trouble for you muggers that are rookies
Made it out for dollar rapping, fuck how long it took me
I'm from a small city where niggas go to the club to meet the next
And bitches go to the club to pick a fight with they ex
It's that small, providence, places and that's all
I served common popcorn in that mall
Imagine what that feels like, to see one of your favorite rappers in real life
And have to ask if he upgrade from a lil' Sprite
Extra butter with that, provener wearing all black
When I was walking yella, you told me that that shit was whack
But let any fucking rapper with the name of Asap
Word! You be at his hotel and sucking his sack
I don't be rocking tom forth, I only shop and have sex
Cause I remember all 'em lil' ways at TG Max
Back when my mother had five kids to carry on back
So now I'm grown and most clothes in my closet don't match
Fuck a fashionista and his black leather peacoat
Payed 2 gz for clothes, hookers wouldn't deep throat
Usually I'm tryna save the world on my peace boat
But that's tell the wind befo' you eva try to leave coast
Neva leave coast
Just that nigga in the yellow raincoat

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