Laugh Now, Cry Later

Uh huh, understand this I don't give a f**k about what y'all talkin' about I ain't tryin' to hear none of that shit Nigga, I'ma do what I wanna do When I wanna do it, how I wanna do it And you better hope I don't do it to you Now, I don't care what momma got to say I don't care what grandmomma got to say Nigga, I'm grown Let me tell you a lil' somethin' about me I was born not to give a f**k, wanna drink, get your cup Turn it up, throw it up, take the world, blow it up Somebody slow it up, roll it up, smoke it up My own momma can't keep me from loc'n up One ear, out the other, one man out to smother The neighborhood that left me here without my brother f**k you, undercovers and you dirty motherf**kers In the hood that still f**k without rubbers Club hop, bar hop, car shop, nail shop To the mall, spend it all, why the hell not? What bills, what rent, don't know what's spent? Why you care, do you work for the government? f**k it, homey, I'ma laugh now and cry later Get your paper, we can laugh now and cry later All you players, you can laugh now and cry later Investigators let you laugh now and cry later See, I'm a product of this urban decay A nigga dyin' for tomorrow, but live for today A nigga lie, steal and borrow and cheating's okay Don't you tell these motherf**kers that my name is O'Shea 'Cause I'ma f**k up my baby's credit, let him regret it Seven months old, he's already got a jail record I'm the one to blame, put it in my momma name She's a drama queen, but I got the bling bling I need the watch and the bracelet and the earrings I need you all to show up at my hearings Tell the judge, I'm a nice nigga, good nigga And I'ma play the sad face when he look, nigga f**k it, homey, I'ma laugh now and cry later Get your paper, we can laugh now and cry later All you players, you can laugh now and cry later Investigators let you laugh now and cry later It's f**ked up, that y'all won't accept my calls Tell momma, at least, she can send some drawers These walls make y'all forget about me I'm comin' home in two thousand thirty-three But that's irrelevant, did you get the mail I sent? What I tell a bitch, you better stay celibate She start lyin' to me, tell me, who she ain't f**kin' Never tell me that my homeboys ain't nothin' Bun in the oven, it belong to my cousin Got the nerve to tell me that you really love me I'ma kill her a*s when a nigga make parole Hit her with my cane, 'cause a nigga gray and old f**k it, homey, I'ma laugh now and cry later Get your paper, we can laugh now and cry later All you players, you can laugh now and cry later Investigators let you laugh now and cry later Man, it ain't right, man You know, y'all ain't doin' me right, man A nigga tryin' to do right, man You know, I'm tryin' to change my life, man, you know? I done found the Lord while I'm in here, you know? I I'm tryin' to do right now, I mean You know, I'm sorry for everythang That I, I I mean, you know That's f**ked up, how y'all doin' me, man Y'all niggaz could at least send me somethin' Alright, first four guys, let's go Two, three, three, four, lock it up