And What (Freestyle)

[Chorus x2] I'm coming for the game this year and what I'm coming for the game this year and what I said I'm coming for the game this year and what I'm coming for the game, yeah [Verse] I said I'm coming for the game this year, that's me Had to switch it up on these MC's Just so they know that I'm in a different league I got the Mercedes now and it's speed Paid it in cash, I don't need a receipt I think they forget that I'm the elite The most successful independent MC since 2015 But back then I thought the BM was clean Thought I was cold in a Series-3 Three years later and I bought the Huracan Spyder With the suede racing seats I told them watch how they walk with me We went from GLE to C63 I went from giving it away To being on Spotify with 50 million streams I was on Wireless mainstage And when I look back All I could hear was screams This year we got Parklife and it's gonna bang May the King Of The North reign supreme I was making the new B Malone gas It's gonna be in JD, no Collab's Labels tryna bring their contracts But I'm a multimillionaire, hold that Nought to sixty in two point eight this year So it don't need road tax I feel sorry for the police at night-time Cah' they never see me when I drive past I wanted the Porsche GT matte black But then I got the Lamborghini with the red badge I imported the tires from Germany And I got a banging girl, fuck a lap dance Me and the nightrider, we had a deep chat I said when it rains can I get the roof back And on corners can you be a drifter And if we see the enemy can we make the exhaust go 'puh puh' Baggin up 10 bags when I had mixtapes in the man-bag I went from the top 10 to the top 5 I'm selling out from London to Belfast Have a look at the new B Malone logo See how it's pointing north at the compass Watch when the 'B. Inspired' album comes out It's gonna fuck up the forecast Cause' it was Groggy Season But now it's Body season It's gone from cold to freezing Groggy Season has just turned Body Season It's gone from cold to freezing But man can't lose, I'm not Ronda Rousey I spit Yoga flame, I'm like Dhalsim Why would I sign to a label? When I've been looking at one million pound houses? Feels like I've been climbing a mountain Tryna drink from a frozen fountain Switch off the beat, let me make an announcement My album is the coldest I got tired of counting So I got me a bad boy accountant What's Bruce Wayne without the Alfred? Fuck drowning, I'm in a submarine and I'm in there prowling Just under the ocean like a great white shark Looking up at all of the boats Them man can't see me, I'm a ghost Remember your label keeps you afloat I'm an independent, that means there's no co-defendant I write every line, every statement I don't know why you're pretending Plus I don't care who I offend Be careful who you call a friend I heard he's gonna be a boxer now But first he shoulda' learnt to pay the rent I've got new cartridges for the pen I'm not religious but I'm born again I took a little bit of a break And everybody started to sound the same I got bored of them But fuck that, did I pay it in cash? Did I pay it in cash? Who said Grime dont pay these days? I paid it in cash Yeah, so what you're saying is trash No lease or finance crap Nah, I'm coming for the game this year You better watch your back, watch this I came from the bottom into the stratosphere And the labels still ill-gotten Everybody turned on me when they thought I was losing They must have thought I've forgotten Watch when I sign my first artist On my mum's life they are gonna be popping It's Body Season right now And that means bodies are gonna start dropping [Chorus] I'm coming for the game this year and what I'm coming for the game this year and what I said I'm coming for the game this year and what I'm coming for the game, yeah I said I'm coming for the game [Outro] Bugzy Malone I'm coming for the game Zdot on production I'm coming for the game Watch out for the B Malone clothing I'm coming for the game, B. inspired I'm coming for the game this year and what Man had the hand ting in the plant pot And I couldn't wait till let it bang off But now I know the Russians, I'm hands off This is some mafia shit now I'm not looking for doors I can kick down But I'm still reppin for the '61 Why bang when you can afford the hitman Bugzy Malone, 2018, Body Season