Blame Chevy (Poppa Diss) lyrics

[Verse]
They saying everything changed, only thing different is me
I'on even believe in second chance, how the f*ck? I gave you three (How the f*ck? I gave you three)
I ain’t even know my P's and Q's, we move from A to Z (Move from A to Z)
Who that be in the rearview? sh*t it’s too late to see
They already on us, slippers count, we would've been some goners (Would've been some goners)
And you know you still ain't here from what happened on that cornеr
sh*t just still ain't killed nothing, but your last homie (But your last homie)
Talk about this morе than life, n*gga, you just tryna last long (Tryna last long)
Now it's too late to say face, can't take back the sh*t, you stayed
I don't smoke no more but I did used to smoke, back in the day (Shh, shh)
Chasing bars and lawyer fees, couldn’t take care of a case
Still made sure bro and I was straight, that n*gga they was great
They done turned me to a Lil Poppa hater, used to be my favorite
I don’t know what it is, but f*ck him and how he feel (f*ck)
He fell off when he switch this flo', and that sh*t was some years ago
n*gga told him how he gon’ kill hisself, what the f*ck? He still here (What the f*ck? He still here)
sh*t to be real, he should've never signed a deal, gon' be slavin' for his masters (Forever)
How you forget ’bout the ones in the field, when you made it with them crackers
Now I looked at him with his shackles, on I heard this VVS
Like, I ain't the one that used to give him dollars, when he had walked to Jess
Heard his problems with his baby mama, you know, I be on that message
But the only problem is where the son gon' wear the school, tomorrow stress
His only problem is makin' sure, that he gon' be a perfect father
Only problem is pickin' out, which college fit, best for a doctor
It go little Sid, just know Chevy got a number three behind us
Better thank capris, we lost the OP, he came but now
But she a hungry n*gga, you don't wanna eat, f*ck you recliner
Now it ain't time to sleep, hit the road and no one never stop grinding n*gga
And no n*gga ever made us, we the reason that we shining n*gga
And when they ain't wanna pay us, we went and got bust out remind
Lost what is tears behind them down, I see now I was claiming
From outside to your side to shillin', n*gga, I was the driving
I f*ck them hoes, I don't care how funny, we can hit them many times
That sh*t just certified, we don't ran through planet times
We committed planet crimes, ain't got a crew to them (At all)
What the f*ck the real Poppa, how we out? You missing him
Heard his mama never see him, heard he make his family DM
Heard he hide from the am, to the PM, rehab need him
Ain't seen his dolls, kids and years, but steady holy spring (Steady holy spring)
New n*gga 'round him every year, like who the f*ck is still?
We know all your real friends, he's dead in the pin
Your big brother Ray, that pills he gave you, made who he is
Still madam bullets on the graze, them b*tches should have killed
Out of everybody, why God only came to save him?
I wonder if it phased him (What?)
The sh*t we say the way we hate, won't even play him
Just lost his auntie and Nova, guess he's too big to go stem
Always talkin' 'bout Miss Barbara, but ain't go support our kids
But if we gonna speak on beat, nobody did it bigger
Heard than coming to the arena, my chair wanna go visit
I grew up without this all, 'cause I should try to get some tickets
Should apologize, 'cause I know what happened, when they be mentioning him
[Outro]
That's more sh*t to say to these b*tch ass n*ggas