Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Remember, artist - G Herbo. Album song Sessions, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Machine Entertainment Group
Song language: English
Remember |
Yeah, mm |
Kid |
Long live all my niggas gone |
In these streets, for real |
Livin' this I’m rappin' 'bout |
'Member what it used to be like, I was 17 |
'Member what it used to be like, I was off the lean |
'Member what it used to be like, all I had, a dream |
'Member what it used to be like, we ain’t have a thing |
But I turned into some shit that they all wanna be like |
Ain’t gon' never get like this, 'cause you ain’t wanna be right |
I make all the sacrifice so you live a better life |
Somebody told me leave your legacy while you still alive |
Somebody told me leave your legacy while you still alive |
I wonder what it would be like if G-Fazo was still alive |
'Member when Kobe died, I drank that shit, roll out the bottle |
We went to war for 'Raq when effie was here, but he had a body |
We gon' fall out, but this rap shit, wonder what Slim woulda felt about it? |
Turned all the way up in this rap shit, but I wish Cap was right here beside me |
Now a moment of silence (Now a moment of silence) |
Way we grew up, all we knew was violence |
2012, we was strapped, used to play with them bitches like violins |
We didn’t even get to make it back safe and we hearing the sirens |
We gon' get put with the opps son when their phones, wildin |
Matter of fact, fuck that, if they want smoke, we can dial in |
Just on the low, we gon' pull a vino or a pile in |
And we ain’t broke no more, l’ll do ya, end up on an island |
Tryin', so my niggas get rich, though |
Keep it on my hip, what it’s here for |
They be shooting dice with this info |
Tenfold stack with his hands full |
Fuck a nigga bitch like a nympho |
Been in the streets since the info |
Draco make 'em duck like limbo |
Leave 'em stretched out, no limo |
Know I’ma stay one-fifty |
Fifty on the chain, one-fifty |
You this gang-gang one-fifty |
From the toe, big ass 50's |
They don’t want no little as glizzy |
Better at least put thirty in it |
I ain’t gon' lie, this shit serious |
These lil' niggas here 'bout they business |
They in this shit tryna finish |
I got real niggas doing sentences, they in that bitch tryna finish I’ma help |
put on for my hood and my city while smoking OG in Givenchy |
I was smelling like pot, so at school I was seventeen, they gave a niggaa |
detention |
Went to school, had to dip, hit the lick with seventeen niggas, we greet 'em |
with tension |
And big bro' was ready to park by the school till I left just, in case he was |
itchy |
Free Gill, these niggas is snitchin' |
Long live Playboy, niggas bitches |
Free T Slick, I miss him Free |
Lil Way, he innocent |
No Limit Gang |
And still doing this shit independent, ya dig? |
And I iced out these pointers big |
Bitches gon' only get bigger, ya dig? |
But niggas are only gon' get richer, ya dig? |
My fans, they gotta pay for a picture, ya dig? |
Just support a niggaa, ya dig |
Y’all know I’m on a mission, kid |
Gotta move on, I be on my way, I’ma miss you, kid |
I gotta keep getting money |
If you get in my way, hope you kissed the kid goodbye |