[Intro]

(You won’t have to cry no more, when you cry no more)

Bugzy Malone

(You won’t have to cry no more)

You Know?

(It’s gon’ be a [?])

Look, yeah

[Verse 1]

And now-a-days they seem to think I’m living cleaner

Cause all they ever see now is a Rollie or a Beamer

But I think that you can feel by my demeanour that it’s been a hot minute since I’ve had to see Da Nina

I give props to my little sister Gina cause she’s living in a war zone balanced like a Libra

I swear you might as well put my heart into a freezer when I see my mummy crying on mother’s day and I can’t save her

And now the Alize got me leaner

And every track I make I feel the women getting keener

You might see me with bits like Orangina but I’ve never had a teenage witch fuck Sabrina

While Tiny’s selling the O2 Arena I’m still going round in circles trying to be a people pleaser

My twitter is popping off with followers cause I’m a leader

While I’m working out, whether I should give to a receiver

Huh, you following this?

Cause I’m just trying to figure out should I go fully legit

And pay bills, live pain, fully commit

Or live dirty like a sinner cah the systems a trick

Haha, I’m only playing that’s a no brainer

I’ll make it rain on these niggas, I’m the rain maker

Still my pain runs deeper than slave labour

It’s got me zoning out, staring at this screen saver

I swear

I got a phone call the other day like

[Interlude]

Female: Hey Bugz

Bugzy Malone: Hello

Female: Congratulations

Bugzy Malone: What? I’m not having a kid

Female: Well obviously, you made it out the Ghetto

Bugzy Malone: Come on darling, I’m still here. Still struggling, still hustling, still grinding. Aha but most importantly: still smiling. Look:

[Verse 2]

But now-a-days they seem to think I’m living neat

And I’ve made it, and all cause I speak over a beat

Cause I’m not about, but still you here my name around the street

And when you see me, I’m on my Jack Jones Greyo Tee

This is easy, I’m tricking them I must be the elite

But then I trick myself, until I get taken off my feet

My mummy still got drama, and I’m just turned 23

Will this last forever? Or will I have to move to Tenerife?

Fuck escaping, a soldier will never admit defeat

To bury me, your gunna have to dig for six feet

I’ll stop hustling when my pockets like a box of shredded wheat

Age 18, I use to do a couple box a week

My dad had me for a couple quid cause I was moving weak

Made my money back, and now I’m back putting man to sleep

I hear you dissing me, so when I see him tell him that it's peak

I was a normal kid; in fact I swear in school I was a geek

‘Til I beaten up the bullies, started bullying the streets

Became a terrorist, remember when I was LHG

Now I’m all over your computer screen in HD

Became a criminal, they sent me off to HMP

I should have got a six but now I’m a lyricist

I’ve come a long way so forgive me if I reminisce

I remember walking around the roads in black clothes in the blistering cold acting like I didn’t give a shit

[Outro: Female]

One of these old days (one of these old days)

We ain’t gone have to cry no more

You see Gods gunna wipe away all our tears

He gon’ wipe to tears yeah

He gon’ wipe to tears from your eyes

Do you hear me I [?]

I said we ain’t gon’ cry