Kendrick Lamar – meet the grahams (Lyrics) (Drake Diss)

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🎶 Kendrick Lamar – meet the grahams (Lyrics) (Drake Diss)
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Drake Diss
Kendrick Lamar Response

🎤 Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
Dear Adonis, I’m sorry that that man is your father, let me be honest
It takes a man to be a man, your dad is not responsive
I look at him and wish your grandpa woulda wore a condom
I’m sorry that you gotta grow up and then stand behind him
Life is hard, I know, the challenges always gon’ be this home
Sometimes our parents make mistakes that affect us until we grown
And you a good kid that need good leadership
Let me be your mentor, since your daddy don’t teach you shit
Never let a man piss on your leg, son
Either you die right there or pop that man in the head, son
Never fall in the escort business, that’s bad religion
Always remember, you could be a bitch even if you got bitches
Never code switch, whether right or wrong, you a black man
Even if it don’t benefit your goals, do some push ups
Get some discipline, don’t cut them corners like your daddy did, fuck what Ozempic did
Don’t pay to play with them Brazilians, get a gym membership
Understand, I’m throwin’ rocks and hidin’ hands, that’s law
Don’t be ashamed ’bout who you wit’, that’s how he treat your moms
Don’t have a kid to hide a kid to hide again, be sure
Five percent will comprehend but ninety-five is loss
Be proud of who you are, your strength come from within
Lotta superstars that’s real, but your daddy ain’t one of them
And you nothin’ like him, you’ll carry yourself as king
Can’t understand me right now, just play this when you 18
[Verse 2]
Dear Sandra, your son got some habits, I hope you don’t undermine them
Especially with all the girls that’s hurt inside this climate
You a woman, so you know how it feels to be in alignment
With emotion and hopin’ a man can see you and not be blinded
Dear Dennis, you gave birth to a master manipulator
Even usin’ you to prove who he is is a huge favor
I think you should ask for more paper, and more paper
And more, uh, more paper
I’m blamin’ you for all his gamblin’ addictions
Psychopath intuition, the man who like to play victim
You raised a horrible fuckin’ person, the nerve of you, Dennis
Sandra, sit down, what I’m about to say is heavy, now listen
Mhm, your son’s a sick man with sick thoughts
I think niggas like him should die
Him and Weinstein should get fucked up in a cell for the rest they life
He hates black woman, hypersexualizes them, with kinks of a nympho fetish
Grew facial hair ’cause he understand bein’ a beard just fit him better
He got sex offenders on OVO that he keep on a monthly allowance
A child should never be compromised and he keepin’ his child around them
And we gotta raise our daughters knowin’ there’s predators like him lurkin’
Fuck a rap battle, he should die so all of these women can live with a purpose
I been in this industry twelve years, I’ma tell y’all one lil’ secret
It’s some weird shit goin’ on and some of these artists be here to police it
They be streamlinin’ victims all inside of they home and callin’ em Tinder
Then leak videos of themselves to further push their agendas
To any woman that be playin’ his music, know that you’re playin’ your sister
Or better, you’re sellin’ your niece, to the weirdos, not the good ones
Katt Williams said, “Get you the truths,” so I’ma get mines
The embassy ’bout to get raided, too, it’s only a matter of time
Ayy, LeBron, keep the family away, hey, Curry, will you keep the family away?
To anybody that embody the love for they kids, keep the family away
They lookin’ at you too if you standin’ by him, keep the family away
I’m lookin’ to shoot through any pervert that lives, keep the family safe
[Verse 3]
Dear baby girl, I’m sorry that your father not active inside your world
He don’t commit to much but his music, yeah, that’s for sure
He a narcissist, misogynist, livin’ inside his songs
Try destroy families rather than takin’ care of his own
Should be teachin’ you time tables or watchin’ Frozen with you
Or at your eleventh birthday, singin’ poems with you
Instead, he be in Turks, payin’ for sex and poppin’ Percs

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41 thoughts on “Kendrick Lamar – meet the grahams (Lyrics) (Drake Diss)”

  1. Updated Genius Lyrics

    [Verse 1]

    Dear Adonis, I'm sorry that that man is your father, let me be honest

    It takes a man to be a man, your dad is not responsive

    I look at him and wish your grandpa woulda wore a condom

    I'm sorry that you gotta grow up and then stand behind him

    Life is hard, I know, the challenges always gon' be this home

    Sometimes our parents make mistakes that affect us until we grown

    And you a good kid that need good leadership

    Let me be your mentor, since your daddy don't teach you shit

    Never let a man piss on your leg, son

    Either you die right there or pop that man in the head, son

    Never fall in the escort business, that's bad religion

    Always remember, you could be a bitch even if you got bitches

    Never code switch, whether right or wrong, you a black man

    Even if it don't benefit your goals, do some push ups

    Get some discipline, don't cut them corners like your daddy did, fuck what Ozempic did

    Don't pay to play with them Brazilians, get a gym membership

    Understand, no throwin' rocks and hidin' hands, that's law

    Don't be ashamed 'bout who you wit', that's how he treat your moms

    Don't have a kid to hide a kid to hide again, be sure

    Five percent will comprehend but ninety-five is loss

    Be proud of who you are, your strength come from within

    Lotta superstars that's real, but your daddy ain't one of them

    And you nothin' like him, you'll carry yourself as king

    Can't understand me right now, just play this when you 18

    [Verse 2]

    Dear Sandra, your son got some habits, I hope you don't undermine them

    Especially with all the girls that's hurt inside this climate

    You a woman, so you know how it feels to be in alignment

    With emotion and hopin' a man can see you and not be blinded

    Dear Dennis, you gave birth to a master manipulator

    Even usin' you to prove who he is is a huge favor

    I think you should ask for more paper, and more paper

    And more, uh, more paper

    I'm blamin' you for all his gamblin' addictions

    Psychopath intuition, the man who like to play victim

    You raised a horrible fuckin' person, the nerve of you, Dennis

    Sandra, sit down, what I'm about to say is heavy, now listen

    Mhm, your son's a sick man with sick thoughts

    I think niggas like him should die

    Him and Weinstein should get fucked up in a cell for the rest they life

    He hates black woman, hypersexualizes them, with kinks of a nympho fetish

    Grew facial hair 'cause he understand bein' a beard just fit him better

    He got sex offenders on OVO that he keep on a monthly allowance

    A child should never be compromised and he keepin' his child around them

    And we gotta raise our daughters knowin' there's predators like him lurkin'

    Fuck a rap battle, he should die so all of these women can live with a purpose

    I been in this industry twelve years, I'ma tell y'all one lil' secret

    It's some weird shit goin' on and some of these artists be here to police it

    They be streamlinin' victims all inside of they home and callin' em Tinder

    Then leak videos of themselves to further push their agendas

    To any woman that be playin' his music, know that you're playin' your sister

    Or better, you're sellin' your niece, to the weirdos, not the good ones

    Katt Williams said, "Get you the truths," so I'ma get mines

    The embassy 'bout to get raided, too, it's only a matter of time

    Ayy, LeBron, keep the family away, hey, Curry, will you keep the family away?

    To anybody that embody the love for they kids, keep the family away

    They lookin' at you too if you standin' by him, keep the family away

    I'm lookin' to shoot through any pervert that lives, keep the family safe

    [Verse 3]

    Dear baby girl, I'm sorry that your father not active inside your world

    He don't commit to much but his music, yeah, that's for sure

    He a narcissist, misogynist, livin' inside his songs

    Try destroy families rather than takin' care of his own

    Should be teachin' you time tables or watchin' Frozen with you

    Or at your eleventh birthday, singin' poems with you

    Instead, he be in Turks, payin' for sex and poppin' Percs

    Examples that you don't deserve

    I wanna tell you that you're loved, you're brave, you're kind

    You got a gift to change the world, and to change your father's mind

    'Cause our children is the future, but he lives inside confusion

    Money's always been illusion, but that's the life he's used to

    His father prolly didn't claim him neither

    History do repeats itself, sometimes it don't need a reason

    But how I like to say it's not your fault he's hidin' another child

    Give 'em grace, it's the reason I made Mr. Morale

    So our babies like you can cope later

    Give you some confidence to go through somethin', it's hope later

    I never wanna hear you chase a man 'cause his fell behavior

    Sittin' in the club with sugar daddies for validation

    You need to know that love is eternity and trumps all pain

    I'll tell you who your father is, just play this song when it rains

    Yes, he's a hitmaker, songwriter, superstar, right

    And a fuckin' deadbeat that should never see more life

    Meet the Grahams

    [Verse 4]

    Dear Aubrey, I know you probably thinkin' I wanted to crash your party

    But truthfully, I don't have a hatin' bone in my body

    This supposed to be a good exhibition within the game

    But you fucked up the moment you called out my family's name

    Why you had to stoop so low to discredit some decent people?

    Guess integrity is lost when the metaphors doesn't reach you

    And I like to understand 'cause your house was never a home

    37, but you showin' up as a 7-year-old

    You got gamblin' problems, drinkin' problems

    Pill-poppin' and spendin' problems, bad with money, whorehouse

    Solicitin' women problems, therapy's a lovely start

    But I suggest some ayahuasca, strip the ego from the bottom

    I try to empathize with you, 'cause I know that you ain't been through nothin'

    Crave entitlement, but wanna be liked so bad that it's puzzlin'

    No dominance, let's recap moments when you didn't fit in

    No secret handshakes with your friend

    No coach or cache to bench, just disrespectin' your mother

    Identities on the fence, don't know which family will love ya

    The skin that you're livin' in is compromised in personas

    Can't channel your masculine even when your standin' next to a woman

    You a body shamer, you gon' hide them baby mommas, ain't ya?

    You embarrassed of 'em, that ain't right, that ain't how momma raised us

    Take that mask off, I wanna see what's under them achievements

    Why believe you? You never gave us nothin' to believe in

    'Cause you lied about religious views, you lied about your surgery

    You lied about your accent and your past tense, all is perjury

    You lied about your ghostwriters, you lied about your crew members

    They all pussy, you lied on 'em, I know they all got you in 'em

    You lied about your son, you lied about your daughter, huh

    You lied about them other kids that's out there hopin' that you come

    You lied about the only artist that can offer you some help

    Fuck a rap battle, this a long life battle with yourself

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  19. A person who act the father to your children while you're still alive. That is kinda disrespectful. It shows that you're bullisht of the father. To the elders addressing them about you. Everywhere where he was address someone it was about drake not about them. Kdor was not lying when said "don't tell no lies about me, and I won't tell truth about you". The last verse addressing Audrey (Drake) by his real, That was close and personal for me. Drake must take L and continue sleeping. Just think about the psychological effect this song will Have on kids. The hidden baby mama are happy wherever they are. Drake must seek help fast fast or just strip his ego from the bottom (wherr he started), and seek help or take ayahuasca for relaxation 😂😂😂😂 This is a psychological warfare

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