Lời bài hát meet the grahams
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 challenge is always gon' beat us home
Sometimes our parents make mistakes
That affect us until we grown
Hey, you're 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
Please remember you could be a bitch
Even if you got bitches
Never code-switch
Whether right or wrong, you're 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 lost
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 nothing like him
You'll carry yourself as king
Can't understand me right now
Just play this when you eighteen
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, 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 that 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
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 their life
He hates black women
Hypersexualizes 'em with kinks
Of a nympho fetish
Grew facial hair because he understood
Bein' a beard just fit him better
He got sex offenders on ho-VO
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 tender
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 truth, 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, keep the family away
To anybody that embody the love
For their 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
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 destroyin' 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 could 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 I would like to say
It's not your fault
That he's hidin' another child
Give him grace
This 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 it's feral 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 say more life
Meet the Grahams
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
There's 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
Thirty-seven but you showin' up
As a seven-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 culture cachet to binge
Just disrespectin' your mother
Identity's on the fence
Don't know which family will love ya
The skin that you livin' in
Is compromised in personas
Can't channel your masculine
Even when standin' next to a woman
You a body shamer
You gon' hide them baby mamas, ain't ya
You embarrassed of 'em, that's not right
That ain't how mama 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
