Remember Me
くるり Feat. Flip Lyrics
Jump to: Overall Meaning ↴ Line by Line Meaning ↴
[Z-Ro:]
Remember me, when I use to write my rhymes in class
At Dick Dall Middle School, all them niggaz would laugh
Telling me I would never make it, cause I rap too fast
I was desperately trying to find out, how to go from scraps to cash
Remember, how y'all use to chase me home from school
I use to have a lunch card, cause them times was hard
Since the seven people living in one house, with no cars in the yard
I remember stressing so hard, I couldn't keep my focus
My only love was for extras, and overs
Fuck all you niggaz, don't make me slap the fuck out all you niggaz
If it ain't related to making paper, I ain't calling you niggaz
I bet Mo City remember, when I took it over with rapping
51-11 Ridgevan, moving that crack bitch I was stacking
Residuals redeemingly, I was raw mayn raw caine
Rapidly running my neighborhood, I was the law mayn
'Member when I dropped my first album, in '98
Fucking with Herman Fisher, but now that nigga hate me he's a cake
Suppose to be mad at me, tal'n bout I owe him some change
Nigga just mad cause they can't eat with me, I eat with Lil' James
Rap-A-Lot Mafia my man, y'all remember the Maab
This isn't Den-Den and Z-Ro, y'all better remember the squad
Two different labels but the same cable, remember we connected
Woodfair to Missouri City, two block of Screwed Up Texas
[Hook: x2]
Remember me, I'm the one they laughed at in all my classes
They use to rank on my low budget clothes, and my glasses
Remember me, the same one they use to call egghead
Now I play with fed bread, and sleep on Gucci bed spreads
[P.O.P.:]
I remember the winters in the hood, no heat cold nights
No gas no lights, a ghetto low life
So my flow twice as strong, from the memories
I remember when my closest homies, turned to enemies
See niggaz tend to be, down when your bread up
But when you in the quicksand, they frown cause your legs stuck
Yeah I remember that, so you remember this
Hard times be my fuel, so I ain't finna quit
I vividly, R-E-M-E-M-B-E-R
Craig up in the E-R, bloody getting CPR
So before, the reaper come and turn me to a memory
I endlessly spit the heat, for the people to remember me
Me P.O.P., so many forgot bout
But not I, this for those who remember little Popeye
And I remember hot guys, ridiculed the flow
Now I'm front and center nigga, haters finna do me so
[Hook x2]
[Bun B:]
Shit I remember back in the game, it was tough
No matter what a nigga had, it was never enough
See if I had five I wanted ten, and if I had ten I wanted twenty
Fuck having some, shit I wanted plenty
Back in the gap, when I first hit the block
With my first 25, and a hand full of rocks
Posted up at Samantha house on the West, on the porch
Ready to give my nigga some work, or give him the torch
I remember telling my T, I wasn't going to college
And was headed to the streets, to get the rest of my knowledge
That broke her heart, and for that I had to go
So I went from the sidelines, to starring in the show
Everything came slow, and nothing came fast
Most times I was out of luck, and dead on my ass
But with the heart of a hustler, and the mind of a G
I came up, now I'm something to see Bun B
[Hook x2]
In the song "Remember Me" by Z-Ro featuring Bun B and P.O.P, the artists reflect on their past struggles and how far they have come. Z-Ro remembers the times when he used to get laughed at for his fast rapping skills and low-budget clothes. He also recalls the days when he was chased home from school and how hard it was to focus due to stress. On the other hand, P.O.P remembers the cold winter nights with no heat and when his closest friends turned into enemies. Lastly, Bun B reminisces on his first days on the block with very little money and the heart of a hustler. All three artists use their struggles as fuel to work harder and make a name for themselves.
Line by Line Meaning
Remember me, when I use to write my rhymes in class
Recall the times when I wrote rap lyrics during school hours
At Dick Dall Middle School, all them niggaz would laugh
Those same people ridiculed me for my passion for rapping
Telling me I would never make it, cause I rap too fast
They believed that my style of rapping was not good enough
Remember, how y'all use to chase me home from school
My classmates would bully me and chase me home
Just cause I sported corduroy britches, and Pro Wing shoes
They made fun of the clothes I wore
I use to have a lunch card, cause them times was hard
Food was not always easily accessible at home
Since the seven people living in one house, with no cars in the yard
There were many people living in a small space without much wealth
I remember stressing so hard, I couldn't keep my focus
Those difficult times caused me to struggle academically
My only love was for extras, and overs
I would try to get anything extra or more over what was offered
Fuck all you niggaz, don't make me slap the fuck out all you niggaz
I have now risen above the negativity and will not tolerate disrespect
If it ain't related to making paper, I ain't calling you niggaz
I prioritize my earnings and will not waste time with non-productive people
This isn't Den-Den and Z-Ro, y'all better remember the squad
I am part of a larger group and want people to acknowledge and respect all members
Remember me, the same one they use to call egghead
I was once ridiculed for being smart and studious
Now I play with fed bread, and sleep on Gucci bed spreads
I have achieved financial success and can now afford luxury items
See niggaz tend to be, down when your bread up
People tend to act envious or negatively towards you when you become successful
But when you in the quicksand, they frown cause your legs stuck
However, they will also feel sorry for you when you are struggling
Yeah I remember that, so you remember this
I recall the negative experiences and use them as motivation to succeed
Me P.O.P., so many forgot bout
I am an artist who has been overlooked and forgotten by many
Now I'm front and center nigga, haters finna do me so
Despite being forgotten, I am now in the spotlight and will face negativity
But with the heart of a hustler, and the mind of a G
I possess qualities of a hard worker and a wise individual
I came up, now I'm something to see Bun B
I have succeeded and am now someone worth paying attention to
Lyrics © SHAPIRO BERNSTEIN & CO. INC.
Written by: BOB MARLETTE, MARIE TERESA BURNS, SHEILA BURNS
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind