Bài hát meet the grahams Báo Lỗi

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