Never Forget

[Verse 1: Danny Seth]
Told you time was of the essence
So I made the Rolex presidential
Then I hollered at my prime boys
Tell 'em man I swear this shit special
I ain’t talkin' just the instrumental
But the bars I wrote with the pen and pencil
Eatin' rappers round the world for breakfast, fuck a full English
Man, that’s what I call a continental
But my temper gettin temperamental
People tellin' me I’m heatin' up like I’m a kettle
But these bruddas out here salty like a pretzel
Still I hold my city down like we in a wrestle
Gold chains like I won a medal
Teeth wrapped up in some precious metals
When my bitch hold my dick I make her use two hands
I guess that makes her ambidextrous
I ain’t worried about shit
Nah, I’m never that impressed
Pull off in this bitch skirt
I ain't talking 'bout a woman’s dress
My wife came straight off a runway
Not the same one as the fucking private jet
And if you ain’t got the message still
I'mma let my brudda Jimmy sing the rest, uh

[Hook: Jimmy Johnson]
All my riders round me they with me
Fuck the other side we the only team in my city
And we just tryna ball hard, make bands like Diddy
That’s why it’s fuck the other side, man, this is our city, ahhhh

[Verse 2: Danny Seth]
Man I rep my city till I’m dead and buried
I’m about to pop like virgin cherries
Call it false start cause muthafucker they ain’t ready
They ain’t ready
Count my blessings
That I made it overseas and I ain’t talking levees
Man I smell your fuckin pussy, I should buy you leggings
And if you hoping for a feature, you should save your pennies
Name another rapper overseas
Who repping London city like a G
Because I ain’t really hearing them over here
All these motherfuckers sounding like me
Man I made the formula, you cook it up
If you don’t know my name, well then I guess that you should look it up
Danny Seth, boy, not Danny Glover
This game can be deceiving like a broken rubber
I should stop from schooling rappers, become a teacher
If you saying you the best then I ain’t gettin' cheaper
I’m about to kill the game, boy, grim reaper
And I’m with a bad bitch gettin’ blown like reefer
Mirror mirror, can you tell me who’s the next up?
Good, cause it keeps showin' my reflection
Prime boys, shout out to the fuckin set
My pocket full of queens, boy, place your bets up

[Hook: Jimmy Johnson]
All my riders round me they with me
Fuck the other side we the only team in my city
And we just tryna ball hard, make bands like Diddy
That’s why it’s fuck the other side, man, this is our city, ahhhh

[Verse 3: Jimmy Johnson]
So when they catch feelings
I keep going till it hurts
I’m getting money in my city
So fuck it could be worse
Just swiped through a verse
And buy my bitch a new purse
And if it's hot, nigga
You know I was on that shit first
Being me, that’s a gift and a curse
I’m gifted at cursing, my pictures are perfect
Got bitch that been workin'
And she used to be a runner
She still hustle to the sun up
Came a long long way from the come up
So fuck it nigga, run up
Yeah, I dare a fuck nigga come run up