POPS

And pops tell em this your song

And aunt tell em this your song

Lets take it back where this **** 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

And pops tell em this your song

And aunt tell em this your song

Lets take it back where this **** begun

Horlick field where we almost won

I,i, i just wanna do me

I,i, i just wanna do me

[x2]

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?

***** 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 **** what you telling me

Pops on my side like my personal referee

I mean coach

All gold whistle

If you on that dumb ****

Then i can't roll with you

We all know *****

We all know ***** so please move aside

Cause you all in my picture

And pops tell em this your song

And aunt tell em this your song

Lets take it back where this **** begun

Horlick field where we almost won

I,i, i just wanna do me

I,i, i just wanna do me

[x2]

And now that i got the answers

I might want a blunt

Or i might want a dancer

Mag, send this **** to Amanda

Young living life on camera

I came as a little old *****

In pampers

I won't sign **** 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 **** 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

*****

And pops tell em this your song

And aunt tell em this your song

Lets take it back where this **** begun

Horlick field where we almost won

I,i, i just wanna do me

I,i, i just wanna do me

[x3]