POPS

[IshDARR] Verse 1 And pops tell em this your song And aunt tell em this your song Lets take it back where this shit begun Harley field where we almost won Wanted the trophy I wanted to ball I wanted it all Then i got in the booth Then i start raising the bar Back when i use to get cut by jamar New vision Ima still live it Its still 32 humble park on the benches Aye wallace, aye wallace Only thing big now is my dads wallet Put me in the hall of fame Cause I'm polished IshDARR here He been the topic And i won't be forgotten No i won't be forgotten [IshDARR] Chorus [x2] And pops tell em this your song And aunt tell em this your song Lets take it back where this shit begun Harley field where we almost won I,i, i just wanna do me I,i, i just wanna do me [IshDARR] Verse 2 And now I'm living life like its golden Can the d from the b plaque hold it I feel this my moment Milwaukee always know where home is Waitin for the minute they tell me I'm next How you feeling? Nigga real blessed Like the man Hair on my chest Little boy But demanding respect Don't need a beat I can make my own melody They prolly thought i would get a felony So i don't give a fuck what you telling me Pops on my side like my personal referee I mean coach All gold whistle If you on that dumb shit Then i can't roll with you We all know nigga We all know nigga so please move aside Cause you all in my picture [IshDARR] Chorus [x2] And pops tell em this your song And aunt tell em this your song Lets take it back where this shit begun Harley field where we almost won I,i, i just wanna do me I,i, i just wanna do me [IshDARR] Verse 3 And now that i got the answers I might want a blunt Or i might want a dancer Mag, send this shit to Amanda Young living life on camera I came as a little old nigga In pampers I won't sign shit unless it meet my standards Pardon my French Pardon my manners Climb to the top Ain't need no ladder Uh, still with the tunes that the people gon feel And they can't believe it came from the Mil' Mag won't stop until he get me a mill The critics say that shit so unreal That the boy so young and the boy so ill Remember theres no age limit on skill I tell them theres no age limit on skill Nigga [IshDARR] Chorus And pops tell em this your song And aunt tell em this your song Lets take it back where this shit begun Harley field where we almost won I,i, i just wanna do me I,i, i just wanna do me