Bonkaz, Ghetts, J. Warner - Don’t Forget lyrics

Yo, look, one for the money, two for the show
But the show for the money, yeah
Used to hit road for the money
Still had an ego when I was bummy
Still, I do this for Bailey Jade and Kaya
Chris and Jade
Ease the pain with every spliff I blaze
Told my bitch "we going different ways"
Told my niggas "meet me by the gates"
War ready, war ready, stay scheming
Skinny nigga, pot belly, stay eating
Break bread, I do more than break even
I ain't following the crowd, I stay leading
New Gen, Forever Gang, unload
Road rap but they never banged on road
So when I hear their bangers in the club
I'm like "liar, liar, liar", word to Mo
My chorus crazy and my verse is cold
My jawns is wavy, got it for the low
Maverick Sabre, singing for the folks
Gavin Stacey niggas just a joke
Little story that I never told
Ran up in the crib like "where's the dough?"
Grabbed my strap, these niggas getting low
What's gon' happen if you get involved?
I prayed and prayed, forgive me for my sins
I ain't too big for my boots
I fit inside my Timbs
Call me dizzy, I'll spin it like some rims
But it's still one for the money
And two for the show
But the show for the money
Thank God I ain't still on road

I'm still waiting on some patience
Contemplating on these favours
Working like I got a major
It's minor, though, it's in my nature
I've got my head in the clouds
And I be rinsing my sound
God knows my demons try to pull me down
My angels talking 'bout wonders while
We talking 'bout numbers
I know the reason that I'm still round

Beg you don't forget, don't forget
Don't forget the words that I said
Oh no, don't forget, don't forget
What I said, oh, no no, no no

One for the money, two for the show
Show money coming in numerous notes
I spit like I never made a
Penny off the music I wrote
Yeah, I ain't lost the hunger
Unusual flows, I don't spit like them
I don't think like them
Headtop bars, I don't ink like them
The beat's got pockets, I'm inside them
Indirect after indirect
I've been dissecting things guys said
I've got a lyric for them write in my head
If I let that go, then a king might dead
I'm so competitive
When I do tunes with the mandem
It's a mad ting
I even forget not to spin my friends
Be seen or don't stand out
You ain't ever seen G with his hand out
Cause I ain't never received any hand-outs
I just took three Gs from a man's house
Got away and fell asleep on my nan's couch
Holiday it's gotta be, so a man bounce
This music ting's so rigged
That I've only ever been a
Nominee with some mad doubts
So fuck an award, yeah
If you're talkin' da hardest
Ghetts better come up in your thoughts, yeah
365, oh yeah what's this?
Heard a man said I lost it he must mean
That I ain't all there am I bonkers?
Or is that my accomplice that's a confession
Come from the conscience did a contest
Look at what I've accomplished
I can't stop till I'm
Content with the content and I'm content
Or should I come back cause I'm on them?
Bonkaz called for a verse
And I sent it back ASAP, dem boy dere
I would've longed dem
Some scream and shout likkle John dem
And I got girls that wanna be Yoncés
But JC's way beyond them

I'm still waiting on some patience
Contemplating on these favours
Working like I got a major
It's minor, though, it's in my nature
I've got my head in the clouds
And I be rinsing my sound
God knows my demons try to pull me down
My angels talking 'bout wonders while
We talking 'bout numbers
I know the reason that I'm still round

Beg you don't forget, don't forget
Don't forget the words that I said
Oh no, don't forget, don't forget
What I said, oh, no no, no no