Samad Savage - Laugh Now With Lemonade Cry Later Mood lyrics

{part i: laugh now cry later} {intro} Woah, woah Yeah {chorus} Sometimes we laugh and sometimes we cry, but i guess you know now, baby I get the check, i'm verified, look at my profile, baby You don't want none, let's keep it straight, it'd be a blowout, baby {verse} Where do these ni**as be at like i'm searching on twitter? Yee, navigating through ya transmitters Salivating at the way my accolades is tagged "winner" You a hatin', aggravating, agitated sad ni**a Fat chick up on her period, yeah, my pad bigger Mad figures and the cash quicker And i blow it like brass tenor I'm a ba*tard, not because i live without my dad But i'm black, and on every track ni**a, that's a stereotype And you might wanna go and just bury yo' mic You could never in ya life Not conservative but i'm right (huh) If you scary ni**as copied me You would be obselete, that's terabyte (terror bite), huh Even the bloggers can't see me That's prob'ly the reason i ain't on they sight (site), but {pre-chorus} I know that i'm going big Going crazy and they mad, down bad With they ass, damn, baby {chorus} Sometimes we laugh and sometimes we cry, but i guess you know now, baby I get the check, i'm verified, look at my profile, baby You don't want none, let's keep it straight, it'd be a blowout, baby {bridge} One, two, three, hey {part ii: lemonade} {chorus} Hey, hey Got the juice (juice) No one fu*kin' wit' him (no one fu*kin' wit' him) It's the truth (truth) You know this hit different (you know this hit different) I'm nice (nice) Jersey on the map, we did it (on the map, we did it) No lie (lie) {verse} They all cap but they ain't fitted What's skoodwidit? Make the paper, never let it make me I grew up on jay-z, shady, weezy, baby I was insecure, they tried to issa rae me Now the choppa singing just like it's doe-rae-mi Sic my dogs on ni**as, this not cooper amy Turn 'em to a ghost but they not patrick swayze You could find me raging just like laady j be fu*k these ni**as up like i embody tay keith (tay keith, fu*k these ni**as up) But you know it's me if the beat go crazy And i'm from the east, baby, jersey raised me That's why i'm a beast, and nothing can phase me (yeah, ishkood!) I remember weeks, every day was rainy Then i prayed for peace, that's when god had saved me Now i got the juice and it's never draining! {chorus} Hey, hey Got the juice (juice) No one fu*kin' wit' him (no one fu*kin' wit' him) It's the truth (truth) You know this hit different (you know this hit different) I'm nice (nice) Jersey on the map, we did it (on the map, we did it) No lie (lie) {part iii: mood} {chorus} I know y'all been in the mood To hear something brand new So that's what i'm giving out to you Ain't want to go to school Sorry, mama, that's just not the move Had to go and make my own rules I know y'all been in the mood To hear something brand new So that's what i'm giving out to you Ain't want to go to school Sorry, mama, that's just not the move Had to go and make my own rules {verse} My new occupation got yo' body shakin' I'm too hot, i pop like pots of bacon Block yo' concentration I do not do stops, i got to make it I knew i could change this pocket's plot to knots My observation is i've got to take it to the top And i been moving, i'm a whole movement And i'm perusing all through the music Tell me who do this Baby, i'm too sick, i come through and i-i chew (i a-choo) sh*t And i'm not bitin', but i've been fighting like i'm mike tyson Shoutout my mama, abbah (appa), not a flying bison And they all starvin' {chorus} I know y'all been in the mood To hear something brand new So that's what i'm giving out to you Ain't want to go to school Sorry, mama, that's just not the move Had to go and make my own rules I know y'all been in the mood To hear something brand new So that's what i'm giving out to you Ain't want to go to school Sorry, mama, that's just not the move Had to go and make my own rules