IshDARR – Pops lyrics

[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
Horlick 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
Horlick 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
Horlick 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
Horlick field where we almost won
I,i, i just wanna do me
I,i, i just wanna do me