Lyrics
We ain’t made it, but our foot’s in the door
And it looks like we’re cooking some more
Tracksuits on like we’re looking for war
But we’re looking for the next venue of the tour
Last year we were going on raw
And guess what? I’m still going on raw
This year I’m stepping up a level, I don’t want a medal
Just forgive me for the shit I done wrong
I made a big impact in the game
And I always have my head screwed on
Had a minor taster of fame
They were thirsty, so let’s move on
I will always remain the same
Never forgetting where I come from
So if someone’s talking Bacon Dream
I tell them «Get the groove on»
This team and circle’s too strong
This green and purple’s too strong
Traxx, round up all of the dogs
Tell them that it’s already on
Non-stop,, it’s on top
Man, I’ve had the world on my back for more than a sec
And I got a fam that’ll keep me in check
Yeah, man, I got fam that’ll keep me in check
I will never lie to finesse the cheque
Yeah, I got a vibe that’ll keep my respect
Jump on the mic like «One, two, check»
Yeah, jump on the mic like «One, two, cool»
I been doing this since I was in school
So you can try lock me down, and stop me now
But you can never make me lie to the youth
Yeah, man, I got a vibe that’ll keep me in check
I will never lie to finesse the cheque
So I tell man «Wait»
Bad boy,
Man, I got a style that I lick off your face
It’s T. R
Everybody knows who we are
Everybody knows we go far
Everybody knows we come back
Everybody knows that’s the reload
Everybody knows that’s the pullback
Everybody knows who knows that
Who knows Traxx? Mmm, yeah
When you see man blow up
Everybody knows it’s the P. R
When you see man blow up
So I’m gonna fix it, call me the D. R
That’s who we are
Badman
I just wanna level up
And put it on off
I’ve been stressed but I’ve never been smoking
Been Broke but I’ve never been broken
You got to trust, man like Traxx
I don’t wanna get in the riddim and get gassed
I just wanna step on the riddim and set pace
You know my face, but you don’t know my place
That’s cool, yeah, man, I don’t know you
War time, I’ll be on my ones and twos
If not, you’ll see me at a function too
Got one-two man that’ll keep me cool
Got fam that’ll keep me in check
I will never lie to finesse the cheque
Yeah, I got a vibe that’ll keep my respect
Jump on the mic like «One, two, check»
Yeah, jump on the mic like «One, two, cool»
I been doing this since I was in school
So you can try lock me down, and stop me now
But you can never make me lie to the youth
Yeah, man, I got vibe that’ll keep me in check
I will never lie to finesse the cheque
So I tell man «Wait»
Bad boy,
Man, I got a style that I lick off your face
There ain’t no way you can maintain what I bring to the table on a regular basis
Pull up my tube socks and tie my laces
I’m a badman around town, yeah
I guess I got one of them faces
Some man say they don’t rate what we do
But I know a couple man who got our tunes on their playlist
They said fake it 'til you make it
I never faked that I made it
Didn’t take long for me to figure it out
Lately there’s been a lyrical drought
I ain’t seen emcees look so shook since way back when I started bringing it out
I always had a dream it’s like I’m living it now
I’m still close with my mum, bruv, I live in her house
We all make P’s and we all
But we reach for the clouds
You can stop me now
But you can never make me lie to the youth
Yeah, man, I got vibe that’ll keep me in check
I will never lie to finesse the cheque
So I tell man «Wait»
Bad boy,
Man, I got a style that I lick off your face