"Remember" lyrics
Lift your hands to the sky
Lift your hands to the sky
Look, smoking on some flavors imported from Cali
I was raised up in a place where I needed a bally
Still get monthly messages from Pete and Sally
Stack it till it tumbles like a move with Paddy
Swear that in my family I'm like Robin Hood
If my brother needed help, then asking me he should
I'm misunderstood
Try me if you really would
Still got demons in my brain
At least my heart is good
"French, what's your résumé?"
Ran through the everglades
Stuck in the heavy rain
Trapped in the merry lane
Now you see my bag, but you shoulda seen the process
Yeah
I remember all the cats, but we'd get along
Dan, you can pedal on
Stewie had his medal on
A veteran what you based it on
Now you see my fans, but you shoulda seen the process
Yeah
Look, she wanna fuck with a self-made boss for the rest of her life
I'm really tied in with some mobsters over lobster and wine
In Finland, I was smoking all the way to the sky
I don't cry
Suicide erased emotions of mine
Tryna act all bougie, tell her never mind
Try and bell my phone, I'm on another line
Talking to my conscience till I feel alive
Money, bitch, we multiply
Find me posted with some gangsters, don't obey the law
Just some youngsters in the trap, like if it rains it pours
Where you have to be the richest or you stay the norm
When really all you want's your family to be happy more
Me and Slimz are always ready for the other side
Believe that they can push, I'll let a brother try
I guarantee that if they try there'll be a homicide
I guarantee that if they step they're risking suicide
If you understand the pain of when your mother cries
Then you understand the feeling we all hate inside
That's why you touch my family I'm committing crime
I was anxious in the street until I held a 9
Loaded bine, baby, I seduce with rhymes
Mixing French while my members only mixing white
You think you're hench, bro, this sawn-off make gorillas fly
All my gang solidified
Essex till I fuckin' die
Lift your hands
Lift your hands
Lift your hands
Lift your hands
Lift your hands to the sky
Look, smoking on some flavors imported from Cali
I was raised up in a place where I needed a bally
Still get monthly messages from Pete and Sally
Stack it till it tumbles like a move with Paddy
Swear that in my family I'm like Robin Hood
If my brother needed help, then asking me he should
I'm misunderstood
Try me if you really would
Still got demons in my brain
At least my heart is good
"French, what's your résumé?"
Ran through the everglades
Stuck in the heavy rain
Trapped in the merry lane
Now you see my bag, but you shoulda seen the process
Yeah
I remember all the cats, but we'd get along
Dan, you can pedal on
Stewie had his medal on
A veteran what you based it on
Now you see my fans, but you shoulda seen the process
Yeah
Look, she wanna fuck with a self-made boss for the rest of her life
I'm really tied in with some mobsters over lobster and wine
In Finland, I was smoking all the way to the sky
I don't cry
Suicide erased emotions of mine
Tryna act all bougie, tell her never mind
Try and bell my phone, I'm on another line
Talking to my conscience till I feel alive
Money, bitch, we multiply
Find me posted with some gangsters, don't obey the law
Just some youngsters in the trap, like if it rains it pours
Where you have to be the richest or you stay the norm
When really all you want's your family to be happy more
Me and Slimz are always ready for the other side
Believe that they can push, I'll let a brother try
I guarantee that if they try there'll be a homicide
I guarantee that if they step they're risking suicide
If you understand the pain of when your mother cries
Then you understand the feeling we all hate inside
That's why you touch my family I'm committing crime
I was anxious in the street until I held a 9
Loaded bine, baby, I seduce with rhymes
Mixing French while my members only mixing white
You think you're hench, bro, this sawn-off make gorillas fly
All my gang solidified
Essex till I fuckin' die
Lift your hands
Lift your hands
Lift your hands
Lift your hands
Writer(s): Thomas William Moore, Taidgh Moriarty, Jacob Colcombe
