The beef between Drake and Kendrick Lamar went from zero to 100 real quick today. After K-Dot unleashed “6:16 in LA” early Friday morning, Drizzy had a rap retort ready in the form of “Family Matters,” a wildly offensive diss track that insults Kendrick at every turn.
The lyrical jabs Drake took on Friday night (May 3) were expected since he’s been taunting Kenny to finally respond ever since he came for The Boy and J. Cole on “Like That” in March. Boi-1da, Tay Keith, Mark Ronson, Fierce and Kevin Mitchell produce the Toronto MC’s “Family Matters,” which features three beat switches throughout its 7:36-runtime.
Here are the complete lyrics to Drake’s “Family Matters” diss aimed at Kendrick Lamar.
Complete Lyrics to Drake’s “Family Matters” Diss Directed at Kendrick Lamar
Women’s Voice
Maybe in this song you shouldn’t start by saying…
Verse 1
Drake
N***a I said it, I know that you madI’ve emptied the clip over friendlier jabsYou mentioned my seed now deal with his dadI gotta go bad, I gotta go badMmm, mmm, yeahDrop, drop, drop, dropDrop a 50 bag for the mob in the spotDrop a 50 bag, 29 for the thotUh, I was really, really tryna keep it PGI was really, really tryna keep it PGIf you had a set then get your ass a DPTwo civilian getting real like you PCYou know who really bang a set, my n***a YGYou know who really bang a set, my n***a Chuck TYou know who even bang out a set out there is CBN***a Cole losing sleep on this, it ain’t meYou better have some paperwork or that s**t is fake teaCan’t be rapping ’bout no ratting that we can’t readI mean it’s true, a n***a slimеd me for my APJust like how Metro slimеd a n***a for his main squeezeOut here begging for attention, n***a say, “Please”Always rapping like you ’bout to get the slaves freeYou just acting like a activist, it’s make believeBut you won’t even go into your hood and plant money treesYou say you hate the girls I f**k, but what ya really mean?I been with Black and White and everything that’s in betweenYou the Black Massiah wifing up a mixed queenAnd hit Vanilla Cream to help out with your self-esteemOn some Bobby s**t, I wanna know what Whitney needAll that puppy love was over in your late teensWhy you never hold your son and tell him, “Say cheese?”We coulda left the kids outta this, don’t blame meYou a dog and you know it, you just play sweetYour baby mama captions always screamin, “Save me”You did her dirty all her life, you tryna make peaceI heard that one of them little kids might be Dave Freeeeeeeeee’sDon’t make it Dave Free’s’Cause if your GM is your BM secret BDThen this is all making plenty f**kin’ sense to meAye, let that shorty breatheShake that a*s, b***hHands on your knees, hands on your kneesHands on your kneesShake that a*s for Drake, now shake that a*s for freeYeah, yeahWell not that kind of free, I’m talkin’ ’bout my n***a DaveYour man a little K, we call that s**t a mini Drac’He always said I overlooked him, I was staring straightThese bars go over Kenny head, no matter what I sayI know you like to keep it short, so let me paraphraseKnew it was smoke when Abel hit us with the serenadeN***a said, “Uh, uh”Almost started reaching for my waistDrop, drop, drop, dropDrop a 50 bag for the mob in the spotDrop a 50 bag, 29 for the thotUh, I was really, really tryna keep it PG
Verse 2
Drake
YeahYeah, let me stop playing around, take this s**t seriousYou ni**as is a joke, I’ll take you serious though
Look, if Drake shooters doing TikToks, ni**aRealest shooters in your gang that’s P’s brother, y’all ain’t getting s**t shotNi**a, can’t listen to the stick talk in falsetto save it for a hip-hop ni**aY’all don’t ever be at home, dawg you a souvenir out the gift shopStill mad about that one ho we ain’t even f**k, I just lip locked with herI get active when it’s wartime, I ain’t even really let my dick drop, ni**aWhat the f**k? I heard Rick drop, ni**aTalking something ’bout a nose job, ni**aOzempic got a side effect of jealousy and doctors never to y’all, ni**asPut a ni**a in the bars, let a ni**a rot kinda like ya job, ni**aHouse sitting on some land, but it’s out where no one even really know y’all ni**asBit****s gotta drive two hours for you to pay ’em just to give a blow job, ni**aMust have snorted up a snowball’Cause my last record deal was 400M’s, these days that’s a low ball ni**aAyyWho’s next on the list?Which one of my so-called ni**as?Which one of my so-called ni**as?Which one of my so-called ni**as need a shell from the clip?Always knew I had to smoke y’all ni**asgood kid, m.A.A.d city vanWe’ll pop the latch and let the doors slideTears running down my cheek laughing at you pussies dying it’s a war cryWeeknd music getting played in the spots where boys got a little more prideThat’s why all your friends dipping to Atlanta paying to just find a tour guideAbel run your f**king bread need to buy some more chains for some more guysLemme find another street ni**a I can take to the game, courtsideLet me get a used Ferrari for a rapper, take the ni**a on a horse rideAnything to take the spotlight off the fact the boss is a drugged-out little punk sissy from the NorthsideRakim talking s**t againGassed ’cause you hit my BM firstNi**a do the math, who I was hitting themI ain’t even know you rap still ’cause they only talking ’bout your fit againProbably gotta a kid again before you think of dropping any s**t againEven when you do drop they gon’ say you should model ’cause it’s mid againSmoking Fenty ’bout they shoulda put ya on the first one you tryna get it inAsk Fring if this a good idea next time you cuddled in the bed againShe’ll even tell ya, Leave the boy alone before ya get your head split again”Pluto s**t make me sick to my stomach, we ain’t never really been through itLeland Wayne, he a f**king lame, so I know he had to be a f**king influenceThese ni**as had a plan and they finally found a way to rope their way into itTwo separate albums dissing I just did a Kim to it ni**a skim through itMe and Savage had the hoes dripping wet at the shows almost had to swim to itK-Dot s**t is only hitting hard when Baby Keem put his pen to itRoss calling me the White boy and the s**t kind of got a ring to it’Cause all these rappers waiving white flags while the whole f**king club sing to itMurder scene on your man tonight, then come to the vigil with the candlelightBody after f**king body and you know Rick reading my Miranda RightsI’m going on vacation now, hope next time, y’all planned it right’Cause you gotta pay for saying my name, guess now ni**as understand the priceNi**a, what? (6ix)
Verse 3
Drake
Kendrick just opened his mouthSomeone go hand him a Grammy right nowWhere is your uncle at?’Cause I wanna talk to the man of the houseWest Coast ni**as to fades rightCome get this ass whoppin’, I’m handing them outYa wanna take up for PharrellThe come get his legacy out of my houseA cease-and-desist is for hoesCan’t listen to lies that come out of your mouthYou called the Tupac estateAnd begged them to sue me and get that s**t downI’m losing perspective on beefBoi 1da send beat and I’ll kill ya for funYour daddy got robbed by TopYou Stunna and Wayne, like father like sonAnthony set up the playsKojo be charging you double or noneThey shook about what I’m going to sayBut texting your phone like we already wonYou tell me what I shouldn’t sayBut f**k it my ni**a it’s already doneWe already know it’s a 20 v 1We already know why you went No. 1It’s clearly because of the boyThe honorable thing is to give me the lootYou right about f**k The Big 3, it’s only Big D and there’s video proofOur sons should go play at the parkTwo light-skinned kids the s**t would be cuteUnless you don’t want to be seen with anyone that isn’t Blacker than youWe get it, we got itThe Blacker the berry the sweeter the juiceWe get it you like to put gin in your juiceWe get it you think that you Bishop in JuiceWhen you put your hands on your girlIs it self-defense ’cause she’s bigger than you?Your back is up against the curbYou digging for dirt should be digging for proofWhy did you move to New York?Is it ’cause you living that bachelor life?Proposed in 2015But don’t want to make her your actual wifeI’m guessing this wedding ain’t happening, right?’Cause we know the girls that you actually likeYour darkest secrets are coming to lightIt’s all on your face like what happen to MikeOh s**t, it’s all making sense, maybe I’m Prince and you actually MikeMichael was praying his features would change so people believe that he’s actually WhiteTop would make you do a features for change, get on pop records and rap for the WhitesAnd wait, you say your brother Jermaine but you wanted him to stay out the lightOh s**t, just follow me right’Cause nothing you saying could bother me rightI get off the planeAnd nothing has changedI head to Delilah with all of my iceHead to Delilah with all of my iceHead to Delilah with all of my iceThis s**t gotta be over by now for anyone out here that’s calling rightYa deadYa deadYa deadThere’s nowhere to hide, there’s nowhere to hideYou know what I meanYou know what I meanThey hired a crisis management team to clean up the fact that you beat on your queenThe picture you painted ain’t what it seemsYa dead
