Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Drake
Vocals
June Audrey Raisen
Additional Vocals
BNYX®
All Instruments
Lukas
All Instruments
Sad Pony
All Instruments
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aubrey Drake Graham
Songwriter
M. McCollum
Composer
Benjamin Saint Fort
Songwriter
Justin Raisen
Songwriter
Lukas Levine
Songwriter
Miles Parks McCollum
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lil Yachty
Producer
Sad Pony
Producer
BNYX®
Producer
Fluxury
Producer
Lukas
Producer
Noel Cadastre
Recording Engineer
Noah "40" Shebib
Mixing Engineer
OUPSiNG
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Dave Huffman
Assistant Mastering Engineer
L. Levine
Producer
Justin Raisen
Producer
SADPONY
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Aye, what?
It's so, is it real?
Yeah, aye
[Verse 1]
Give a fuck if they remember
I was in the cold, windows froze, I was sleepin' in the whip tryna get a fuckin' grip
I remember
Didn't have no hoes tryna go, all these rappers lil' bro'd me, fuck, fuck
Fuck 'em, I remember
Way before they had a fuckin' DM, I was whippin' in the Ac' like that shit was European
I remember
I remember drivin' Holland Tunnel for a label meetin', thinkin' 'bout more cake than a funnel
I remember
Now these **** don't remember
I know Neeks remember, I know Jay remember, Chubbs'll make them boys remember
Dead broke, splittin' pennies with my members
Fuck a spread, we was splittin' chicken tenders
'Member I was sleepin' in the basement, watchin' Tigger in the basement, I was tryna get a placement
I remember
Days in the East with the bros, watchin' Tristan and Devoe while they runnin' up the score
I remember
TT was headed to the league, I was sleepin' up at Metalworks tryna plant a seed
I remember
Rollin' through the city, gettin' beats, always peepin' out the streets 'cause I was beefin' with the bleeks
I remember
I was tryna get a portion, tryna make a fortune
B-Town with Candy, I'm tryna be her boyfriend
3:00 AM at Wah Too, runnin' off endorphins
Start adoptin' all my brothers' beefs like a orphan
I was still on roads when it's pourin' and stormin'
This shit is not rewardin', I do not feel important
I wanna see some scratch from the shit that I'm recordin'
In Memphis smokin' Blacks, tryna act like I enjoy them
Maurice François Girbaud what I'm sportin'
And Mos Def gave me like a rack for performin'
Crib I got now make me think of when I had to put some money on a mortgage
[Chorus]
This don't feel like home anymore
It's just wall, doors, and floors
That only I can afford
Remember when it used to mean more, mean more
I got money in the top drawer
It ain't much, but we not poor
You're mine and I'm yours
Like a broke couple, we on one accord, for sure
[Verse 2]
I remember pullin' up at TAO, seein' Quincy Jones, **** talkin' to me like he proud
I remember
I remember Mike designed the owl, then he sued the fuckin' guys, and he duckin' until now
I remember
'Member Reesie stayin' at the house, then she left me for my dawg like she never took the vow
I remember
My cousin Ryan fronted me a pound and I couldn't even flip it, had to bring it back around
I remember
I remember printin' up our T-shirts with Kai, we in love with the same girl, beefin' like a cow
I would pick them shits up, **** wouldn't even smile
**** better crack a smile 'fore we do a **** foul
To keep it real, I wasn't really gangster till now
I was livin' on a cloud, I was quiet as a mouse
I was in the club gettin' lost in the crowd
I wasn't doin' what I wanted to, I do what was allowed
I remember fightin' over Monica with Jason
I remember only knowin' Andre and Jason
I remember buyin' all the iceberg from Jason
That's three different Jasons, my life like The Matrix
Even got on 106 & Park with Replacement
My mama was my manager, my uncle was my agent
Dr. Dre'll send a **** home, that took patience
Four GRAMMY's to my name, a hundred nominations
Esperanza Spalding was gettin' all the praises
I'm tryna keep it humble, I'm tryna keep it gracious
Who give a fuck Michelle Obama put you on her playlist?
Then we never hear from you again like you was taken
Who the CEO of Universal? They mistaken
'Cause Google sayin' Lucian, but that just doesn't make sense
Who fillin' up the piggy bank? Who bringin' home the bacon?
This shit don't come on vinyl, I'm still record-breakin'
How could I forget? How could I forget?
I was on a Greyhound way before the jet
Buffalo, New York was like the furthest I could get
At the Walden Galleria, tryna make the money stretch
Student Price Card and a Yorkdale connect
Whole time, Courtne Smith was keepin' me in check
Try and find an inch of the city I ain't stepped in
If it's war, I'll lay my life down for the set then
[Outro]
Yeah
And I put that shit on Mazin, that **** was my best friend
Yeah
And I put that shit on Johnny Bling, that **** was my best friend
Right
And I put that shit on Richard, that **** was my best friend
Aye, yeah
Broke his right hand, still took a fight with his left hand
I remember
I remember
Yeah
Written by: Aubrey Drake Graham, Benjamin Saint Fort, J. Raisen, L. Levine, M. McCollum