Laugh Now, Cry Later

[Intro] You look all around the world, it's the same shit I mean niggas tryna eat, and it's a drier than a motherfucker out here right now But real hood niggas hold it down no matter what, ya heard (yeah!) See the thing about a real nigga is Whatever a bitch nigga do he could never stop that real nigga See we should stand up for the haters right now Because those bitch niggas make the world go 'round (Hahaha!) [Verse 1] Yeah, you ain't gotta fuck with me cause I ain't fuckin' witcha I'm ridin' dirty with this work and my mother bitchin' 40 cal. under my shirt and another pistol Fuck a friend, all of ya'll can come and get your issue Phone calls from the pen real niggas witchu They say they shed a couple tears cause a nigga miss you Avoiding hoes, no award shows They been askin' where that boy go Can he even pay his taxes? Only lord knows what he do to get his dough Let 50 tell 'em Buck is jealous and the nigga broke But we just seen him man, we hearin' what the nigga wrote (hey!) That nigga ballin' even if he is sniffin' coke (fa' sho) They prayin' on my downfall tryna set me broke (fuck!) But what a nigga come from I don't think they know (nah) Pussy niggas in the game and they turned on me (turned on me) For the money and the fame, you gon' learn homie I pray to god for these... [Hook] (Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters) They hatin' me (Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters) Laugh now, cry later nigga (Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters) They hatin' me (Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters) Laugh now, cry later nigga [Verse 2] Bitch I was fuckin' her when you was fuckin' him (Haha) If you don't wanna fuck with me, then ho fuck you then Dope boy on the streets hustlin' again You pussy niggas wanna beef, we can get it in Black tall, hair wall, where your bangs at? Hit you with this shit and show you why he came back Hangin' out of the window bustin' on the freeway I'm with my homie it was his quarter key way If Obama got a plan, nigga where it at? Cause it's a drop and don't nobody know where it's at But in the south what we lose, we just get it back We listen to scarface, he motivate blacks Then we make stacks And Fuck a cop, they can die too Before you hide me bitch, we gon' hide you These rappers don't fuck with the streets like I do It's all good, I'mma still stand beside you I ain't no... [Hook] (Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters) They hatin' me (Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters) Laugh now, cry later nigga (Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters) They hatin' me (Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters) Laugh now, cry later nigga [Verse 3] Don't look at me cause I ain't givin' niggas nothin' else Show 'em love then they leave me by my fuckin' self My heart cold and I know it'll never melt I just gotta play the cards that a nigga dealt ? Ridin' dirty in a riddle with the wrong tags Presidential in the gutter when they doin' bad Concentrate on what I got, fuck what I had Dirty south is on top and some niggas mad Go take a trip to the fields and you can get your swag Yeah I'm glad they done kicked me out the fuckin' group Cause now the world see that I'm the motherfuckin' truth Got the streets like, damn homie what happened to you? I bet this conversation now they probably tappin' it too I get paper If you so major Your team ain't shit without the number one playah! (We know that you're all) [Hook] (Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters) They hatin' me (Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters) Laugh now, cry later nigga (Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters) They hatin' me (Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters) Laugh now, cry later nigga