30 And Loud - Nironic

We gonna smoke drink have a little fun/
Till somebody call the cops and they come/
And when they come we going to stand right there/
With our motherfucking middle fingers high in the air/
In the air high in the air/

I heard you don't give a fuck I'm like me either/
But I can tell I give less cause mine’s cheaper/
Everybody cry a river but mine’s deeper/
Black young and on the edge but mine’s steeper/
Race trader cause I'm too into white chicks/
But so far they the best ones handling my dick/
But fuck that the best thing is find the right chick/
The one that hold the pipe like a glove with a tight fit/

Slim figure but I'm pudgy as an asshole/
I'm doing my best but really it's a hassle/
Quite trying, smoke something just chill/
Make a couple mil off an obscure deal/
Now that's elaborate but it's what you feel/
Fuck school fuck work fuck it all now that's real/
I'm recognized by my mom as an anarchist
You follow the rules? I can't understand the shit/

We gonna smoke drink have a little fun/
Till somebody call the cops and they come/
And when they come we going to stand right there/
With our motherfucking middle fingers high in the air/
In the air high in the air/

Now everywhere I go I tell niggas to put they hands up/
Best they could do cause I know that they can't stand us/
Like the plan was anything different/
I'm an alien nigga I got different strength/
I'm a brand new pimp I got a different limp/
Bruce Willis Pulp Fic(tion) you a chained up gimp/
Lamed up simp(leton ) trying to work the fast lane/
Like do you know if the mail with all the checks came/

On pay day I want to buy one of everything/
iPad, pod, phone book pro everything /
Chuck T’s, Nikes that catch eye/
Riding with some fly snatch trying to get my vibe back/
I told Wich it was a hell of a track/
Fuck who claimed that it's an irrelevant fact but/
I kept it raw like elephant back/
And I'ma ride through these clouds till my propeller go crack/
Not thats swag

We gonna smoke drink have a little fun/
Till somebody call the cops and they come/
And when they come we going to stand right there/
With our motherfucking middle fingers high in the air/
In the air high in the air/

Now my hood on, that mean that I'm feeling like Superman/
I be on my shit feeling Obama that yes we can/
But Obama got oh drama and yes I am/
On top of my shit you niggas whack just like Spam/
And I ain't talking bout the one that come in a can that sort of like ham/
Talking bout the one that's on the email, you fail every time, come around/
Me, Wich, Nomad nigga now that's ill

We gonna smoke drink have a little fun/
Till somebody call the cops and they come/
And when they come we going to stand right there/
With our motherfucking middle fingers high in the air/
In the air high in the air/