meet the grahams (Explicit)

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
And you're a good kid that need good leadership
Let me be your mentor since your daddy don't teach you ****
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 ***** even if you got *******
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 **** 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 ******* person the nerve of you Dennis
Sandra sit down what I'm about to say is heavy now listen
Mm-mm your son's a sick man with sick thoughts
I think niggas like him should die
Him and Weinstein should get ****** up in a cell for the rest they 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'
**** 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 **** 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 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
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 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 his failed 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 ******* 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
This supposed to be a good exhibition within the game
But you ****** 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 cultural 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 p***y 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
**** a rap battle this a long life battle with yourself