["Pomp and Circumstance"]
Duh dut dut dut dut dut dut dut!
This going to feel real good, alright?
Most dope.
Everybody please put your thumb in the air.
One, two, three, folks, crazy ass kids,
I'm gonna knock them on your door, so
Let them in, let them in, let them in
One, two, three, folks, crazy ass kids,
I'm gonna knock them on your door, so
Let them in, let them in, let them in
I feel like a million bucks, but my money don't really feel like I do
In front of the ground I built my own damn bus
People was amazed I was still in high school, but now I'm out
And money what I'm about, trying to get so much that I can't keep count
New kicks, give me cushion like whoopee
Keep a smile like I eat and walk cookie
Everything good, I'm white boy, awesome, up all night
Johnny Carlson, I ain't got a band, it's no jizz or Honda
But try and get my money like an anaconda
Real, real long, across the country
Smoke joints in the whip, no cap, can bust me
Driving to the stage, they applaud and scream
All them pretty little girls coming back to me, yeah, rack the beat
One, two, three, folks, I'm crazy ass kids, I'm gonna knock them on your door, so
Let them in, let them in, let them in
One, two, three, folks, I'm crazy ass kids, I'm gonna knock them on your door, so
Let them in, let them in, let them in
DJ, hit me
And I like my rap, witty, all my dimes pretty
If you got weed, you can come fly with me
I don't take video on them silly little hoes
Milly, Vanilly, but this is really how it goes
Bounce my words, don't say shit
Shhh, shut up and you ride this thing
I'm just playing, let's have a ball
All we need is some weed, hoes and alcohol, hey
Don't forget it when I'm wrecking the etiquette
For the hell of it, smelling it when the hell is it
I'm flying in a pelican, young thresh, but I'm so damn intelligent
Girls giving breeze, feelin' back to like a gentleman
In deeper than the water, Michael Felsen's in
Been to have a party, baby, you can tell your friends
We the type of the right, still setting trends
Fuck the jargon, look at these dead presidents
One, two, three, hoes, crazy ass kids
Don't let no one hear those hoes
Let them in, let them in, let them in
One, two, three, hoes, crazy ass kids
Don't let no one hear those hoes
Let them in, let them in, let them in
Not a day goes by when I ain't getting high
They wonder why, don't I go get myself a job
So I can't make them books
But I don't give a fuck no I feel great
