[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