Ghetts - Don't Forget lyrics

[Verse 1: Bonkaz] 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 b**h "we going different ways" Told my n***as "meet me by the gates" War ready, war ready, stay scheming Skinny n***a, 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 n***as just a joke Little story that I never told Ran up in the crib like "where's the dough?" Grabbed my strap, these n***as 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 [Pre-Chorus: J Warner] 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 [Chorus: J Warner] 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 [Verse 2: Ghetts] 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 f** 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 [Pre-Chorus: J Warner] 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 [Chorus: J Warner] 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