About Kendrick Lamar - meet the grahams (Lyrics) (Drake Diss)

🎶 Kendrick Lamar - meet the grahams (Lyrics) (Drake Diss) 🔥 Help us reach 1,000,000 subscribers! 🔔 Subscribe and turn on notifications to stay updated with new uploads. 👍🏽 Please leave a like and appreciate all the support! ______________________________________________________________________________________________ 💜 Vibes Only Music Platforms: https://linktr.ee/VibesOnlyMusicNetwork For business inquiries, music submissions or video takedowns please contact▸[email protected] or visit https://www.vibesonlyhq.com 📋 Tags: #KendrickLamar #meetthegrahams #DrakeDiss #Lyrics Kendrick Lamar meet the grahams Kendrick Lamar meet the grahams meet the grahams Kendrick Lamar Kendrick Lamar meet the grahams Lyrics meet the grahams Kendrick Lamar Lyrics Kendrick Lamar Lyrics meet the grahams Lyrics 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