Laugh Now, Cry Later

Uh-huh, understand this
 I don't give a fuck about what y'all talkin' about
 I ain't tryin' to hear none of that shit
 Nigga I'm a do what I wanna do it
 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 momma you got to say
 I don't care what grandmama got to say
 Nigga I'm grown
 Let me tell you a little somethin' about me
 I was born not to give a fuck, 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
 Fuck you undercovers and you dirty motherfuckers
 In the hood, that still fuck 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?
 Fuck it homie, I'm a laugh now, cry later
 Get your paper we can laugh now, cry later
 All you players you can laugh now, cry later
 Investigators let you laugh now, 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 motherfuckers that my name is O'Shea
 Cause I'm fuck 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 mama name
 She's not 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'm a play the sad face when he look nigga
 Fuck it homie, I'm a laugh now, cry later
 Get your paper we can laugh now, cry later
 All you players you can laugh now, cry later
 Investigators let you laugh now, cry later
 The number you are calling was lost, and cannot be called back
 Your last call return service
 The number you are calling was lost, and cannot be called back
 Your last call return service
 It's fucked-up, that y'all won't answer my calls
 Tell momma, at least she can send some drawers
 These walls, make y'all forget about me
 I'm comin home, in 2033
 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 fuckin'
 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 em' (What?)
 I'm a kill her ass when a nigga make parole
 Hit her with my cane, cause a nigga gray and old
 Fuck it homie, I'm a laugh now, cry later
 Get your paper we can laugh now, cry later
 All you players you can laugh now, cry later
 Investigators let you laugh now, cry later
 Man, it ain't right man
 Y'know y'all ain't doin me right man
 A nigga tryin' to do right man
 Y'know I'm tryin to change my life man, y'know?
 I done found the Lord while I'm in here, y'know?
 I I'm tryin to do right now, I mean
 Y'know I'm sorry for everythang
 That I, I I mean y'know
 That's fucked-up how y'all doin me man
 Y'all niggas could at least send me somethin
 Alright, first four guys, lets go
 Two three three four, lock it up