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Rocking red jacket
It’s 6:15 am in the morning again
I didn’t sleep plain
I’m trying to sleep through the pain
Pardon, I’m changing my theme up
Yeah give me my red cup
Give me my red cup
Homie with the Krupp getting stupp
Welcome to the life yuh
We looking like young gods huh?
And there’s a locket in my pocket
If I get the bucket bracket
I’m break the locket with a rocket
And I’m rocking my red jacket
I look at the views (wow)
I smoke me a gram, I drink me some booze, got the blues (now)
Autobús, that ain’t englés (now)
Know your clues and cues homie (crown)
And there’s a locket in my pocket
If I get the bucket bracket
I’m break the locket with a rocket
And I’m rocking my red jacket
Crown, on me there’s crown on me
I ain’t free, I ain’t free
Come give me that key
So I can flee
And I’ll teach you tai chi
Black shoes on, dark jeans on
Red jacket, what tee shirt on
And there’s a locket in my pocket
If I get the bucket bracket
I’m break the locket with a rocket
And I’m rocking my red jacket
I walk in the room
Blackout the room
Turn of the lights in the room
I came out the womb looking extra groom
I know I’m a god
as long as the light looms
I know I’m the one with the code
Move outta my way hoe
I’ve gotta tie pay new
Money- money for living
Why you mad though?
These niggas they jealous, they ain’t no fellas
And there’s a locket in my pocket
If I get the bucket bracket
I’m break the locket with a rocket
And I’m rocking my red jacket
I look at the views (wow)
I smoke me a gram, I drink me some booze, got the blues (now)
Autobús, that ain’t englés (now)
Know your clues and cues homie (crown)
Sing a song
Bring a bong
I didn’t sleep plain
I’m trying to sleep through the pain
Pardon, I’m changing my theme up
Yeah give me my red cup
Give me my red cup
Homie with the Krupp getting stupp
Welcome to the life yuh
We looking like young gods huh?
And there’s a locket in my pocket
If I get the bucket bracket
I’m break the locket with a rocket
And I’m rocking my red jacket
I look at the views (wow)
I smoke me a gram, I drink me some booze, got the blues (now)
Autobús, that ain’t englés (now)
Know your clues and cues homie (crown)
And there’s a locket in my pocket
If I get the bucket bracket
I’m break the locket with a rocket
And I’m rocking my red jacket
Crown, on me there’s crown on me
I ain’t free, I ain’t free
Come give me that key
So I can flee
And I’ll teach you tai chi
Black shoes on, dark jeans on
Red jacket, what tee shirt on
And there’s a locket in my pocket
If I get the bucket bracket
I’m break the locket with a rocket
And I’m rocking my red jacket
I walk in the room
Blackout the room
Turn of the lights in the room
I came out the womb looking extra groom
I know I’m a god
as long as the light looms
I know I’m the one with the code
Move outta my way hoe
I’ve gotta tie pay new
Money- money for living
Why you mad though?
These niggas they jealous, they ain’t no fellas
And there’s a locket in my pocket
If I get the bucket bracket
I’m break the locket with a rocket
And I’m rocking my red jacket
I look at the views (wow)
I smoke me a gram, I drink me some booze, got the blues (now)
Autobús, that ain’t englés (now)
Know your clues and cues homie (crown)
Sing a song
Bring a bong
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