IshDARR - POPS lyrics
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And pops, tell them it’s your son!
In there, tell them it’s your son
Let’s take it back where the shit begun
Chronic fear where we are almost won.
Wanted a trophy, I wanted the ball,
I wanted it all!
Then I got in a booth, I started raising the ball
Back when I used to get cut by tomorrow,
New vision, I’mma still live in
Still 32, humble ... on the benches
Hey wallets, hey wallets
Anything big now is my dad wallet.
Put me in a hall of fame cause I’m polished
This star ain’t been the topic
And I won’t be forgotten,
No, I won’t be forgotten!
Hook:
And pops, tell them it’s your son!
In there, tell them it’s your son
Let’s take it back where the shit begun
Chronic fear where we are almost won
Ah, ah, I just want to do me!
Ah, ah, I just want to do me!
And pops, tell them it’s your son!
In there, tell them it’s your son
Let’s take it back where the shit begun
Chronic fear where we are almost won
Ah, ah, I just want to do me!
Ah, ah, I just want to do me!
And now I’m living life like it’s golden
Can a deaf be plaqued golden?
I feel this my moment,
More lucky, I was nowhere, homies!
Waving and meditate, they told me I’m next
How you’re feeling? Nigga, real blessed!
Like the man...
Little boy, but demanding respect
Don’t need a beat, I can make my own melody
They probably thought I would get a felony
So I don’t give a fuck what you’re telling me,
Pops on my side, like my personal referee.
I mean coach, all go whistle,
If you’re in a dumb shit that I can’t roll with you!
We all know, nigga, we all know niggas,
So please, move aside, cause you’re all in my picture!
And now that I got the answers, I might wanna blur,
Or I might wanna dance up mad.
Send this shit to a mad...
Young living life on camera,
I came as a little old nigga in Pampers
I won’t start shit unless it meet my standards.
Part of my friends, part of my manners
Come to top, ain’t need no ladder, uh!
Still with the tools that the people gonna feel
And they can’t believe it came from the mill
Mack won’t stop till it get me a mill
The critics audacious so unreal
That the boy so young and the boy so ill
Remember there’s no age limit on skill!
I tell them there’s no age limit on skill, nigga!
Hook:
And pops, tell them it’s your son!
In there, tell them it’s your son!
Let’s take it back where the shit begun
Chronic fear where we are almost won
Ah, ah, I just want to do me!
Ah, ah, I just want to do me!
And pops, tell them it’s your son!
In there, tell them it’s your son
Let’s take it back where the shit begun
Chronic fear where we are almost won
Ah, ah, I just want to do me!
Ah, ah, I just want to do me!
Yeah, yeah, uhhhh, yeah
I just want to do me!
Uh, I just want to do me!
And pops, tell them it’s your son!
In there, tell them it’s your son!
And pops, tell them it’s your son!
In there, tell them it’s your son!
