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