Within minutes after Drake dropped diss track “Family Matters,” Kendrick Lamar delivered a nuclear response with his ferocious diss track, “Meet the Grahams.”
The song was in response to Drizzy’s “Family Matters” where he blasted the Compton rapper’s family and members of his pgLang crew, as well as former Top Dawg Entertainment president Dave Free.
On the six-minute-long “Meet the Grahams” diss, produced by The Alchemist, Pulitzer Kenny aimed his lyrical shots directly at Drake, dissecting the Toronto rap star and his terrible vices, including alcohol, gambling and drugs.
“You got gamblin’ problems, drinkin’ problems/Pill-poppin’ and spendin’ problems, bad with money, whorehouse/Solicitin’ women problems, therapy’s a lovely start,” he rapped on the song.
Kendrick also accused Drake of being a deadbeat dad and alleged that he has another child, a daughter, in addition to his son Adonis, that he’s purportedly keeping a secret. Drake would later deny Kenny’s accusation.
“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,” K-Dot viciously rhymed on the track.
Kendrick also dragged Drake’s mother, Sandra “Sandi” Graham, and his father, Dennis Graham into his surgically-precise diss revealing who their son has become.
“Dear Dennis, you gave birth to a master manipulator/Even usin’ you to prove who he is is a huge favor,” K-Dot spewed in his verse, adding, I’m blamin’ you for all his gamblin’ addictions/Psychopath intuition, the man who like to play victim/You raised a horrible f**kin’ person, the nerve of you, Dennis.”
Even more brutal, Kenny rapped to Drizzy’s mother that he thinks immoral people, who he deemed her son is, should die.
“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 n***as like him should die,” he viciously rapped in the verse.
Kendrick Lamar didn’t hold back when psychoanalyzing Drake. Peep the rundown below.
K-Dot’s Most Brutal Lines on “Meet the Grahams”
Adonis (Drake’s Son)
“Dear Adonis, I’m sorry that that man is your father, let me be honestIt takes a man to be a man, your dad is not responsiveI look at him and wish your grandpa woulda wore a condomI’m sorry that you gotta grow up and then stand behind him”
“Lotta superstars, that’s real, but your daddy ain’t one of themAnd you nothin’ like him, you’ll carry yourself as kingCan’t understand me right now, just play this when you 18”
Sandra “Sandi” Graham (Drake’s Mother)
Sandra, sit down, what I’m about to say is heavy, now listenMhm, your son’s a sick man with sick thoughtsI think n***as like him should dieHim and Weinstein should get f**ked up in a cell for the rest they lifeHe hates Black women, hyper-sexualizes them, with kinks of a nympho fetishGrew facial hair ’cause he understand bein’ a beard just fit him betterHe got sex offenders on OVO that he keep on a monthly allowance”
“The Embassy ’bout to get raided, too, it’s only a matter of timeAyy, 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”
“Dear Sandra, your son got some habits, I hope you don’t undermine themEspecially with all the girls that’shurt inside this climate”
Dennis Graham (Drake’s Father)
“Dear Dennis, you gave birth to a master manipulatorEven usin’ you to prove who he is is a huge favorI think you should ask for more paper, and more paperAnd more, uh, more paperI’m blamin’ you for all his gamblin’ addictionsPsychopath intuition, the man who like to play victimYou raised a horrible f**kin’ person, the nerve of you, Dennis
(Drake’s Alleged Secret Daughter)
“Dear baby girl, I’m sorry that your father not active inside your worldHe don’t commit to much but his music, yeah, that’s for sureHe a narcissist, misogynist, livin’ inside his songsTry destroy families rather than takin’ care of his ownShould be teachin’ you timetables or watchin’ Frozen with youOr at your 11th birthday, singin’ poems with youInstead, he be in Turks, payin’ for sex and poppin’ Percs”
“Money’s always been illusion, but that’s the life he’s used toHis father prolly didnt claim him neitherHistory do repeat itself, sometimes it don’t need a reasonBut how I like to say it’s not your fault that he’s hidin’ another child”
“Give him grace, this the reason I made Mr. MoraleSo our babies like you can cope laterGive you some confidence to go through somethin’, it’s hope later”
Drake
“I’ll tell you who your father is just play this song when it rainsYes, he’s a hitmaker, songwriter, superstar, rightAnd a f**kin’ deadbeat that should never say ‘More Life’Meet the Grahams”
“This supposed to be a good exhibition within the gameBut you f**ked up the moment you called out my family’s nameWhy you had to stoop so low to discredit some decent people?Guess integrity is lost when the metaphors doesn’t reach youAnd I like to understand ‘cause your house was never a home37, but you showin’ up as a seven-year-oldYou got gamblin’ problems, drinkin’ problemsPill-poppin’ and spendin’ problems, bad with money, whorehouseSolicitin’ women problems, therapy’s a lovely start”
“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 inNo secret handshakes with your friendNo coach or cache to bench, just disrespectin’ your motherIdentities on the fence, don’t know which family will love yaThe skin that you’re livin’ in is compromised in personasCan’t channel your masculine even when your standin’ next to a womanYou a body shamer, you gon’ hide them baby mommas, ain’t ya?You embarrassed of ’em, that ain’t right, that ain’t how momma raised usTake that mask off, I wanna see what’s under them achievementsWhy believe you? You never gave us nothin’ to believe in’Cause you lied about religious views, you lied about your surgeryYou lied about your accent and your past tense all is perjuryYou lied about your ghostwriters, you lied about your crew membersThey all p***y, you lied on ’em, I know they all got you in ’emYou lied about your son, you lied about your daughter, huhYou lied about them other kids that’s out there hopin’ that you comeYou lied about the only artist that can offer you some helpF**k a rap battle, this a long-life battle with yourself”
