Drake continues to build up a lyrical legacy of war with “The Heart Part 6,” his latest verbal attack on Kendrick Lamar.
Following the past two days of diss tracks from both sides—”6:16 in LA,” “Family Matters,” “Meet the Grahams” and “Not Like Us”—Drake came through with “The Heart Part 6” on Sunday (May 5). The next song in this vicious volley with K-Dot finds Drake cutting deep with the insults over a Boi-1da and Coleman-produced beat.
This time, he doubles down on the claim that Kendrick’s fiancée, Whitney Alford, cheated on him with Dave Free, Kenny’s pgLang partner and friend. Drake insists Free is actually the father of K-Dot’s son. Drizzy also insists the West Coast MC needs to “fact-check things” because he was fed false information, namely the stolen goods pictured on the cover art for Kendrick’s “Meet the Grahams” artwork. The 6 God even addresses K-Dot’s ongoing accusations that Drake likes underage girls.
See the new biting words Drake shoots at Kendrick Lamar in the lyrics below.
Lyrics to Drake’s “The Heart Part 6” Kendrick Lamar Diss
Intro
Now let me see ya do itJust let me see ya do it
Verse 1
AlrightThe Pulitzer Prize winner is definitely spiralin’I got your f**king lines tapped, I swear that I’m dialed inFirst I was a rat, so where’s the proof of the child thenWhere’s the paperwork of the cabinet it’s filed in1090 Jake woulda took all the walls downThe streets woulda had me hidin’ out in a small townMy Montreal connects stand up, now fall downThe one’s that you’re gettin’ your stories from, they all clownsI am a war general, season in preparationMy jacket is covered in medals, honor and decorationYou waited for this moment, overcome with the desperationWe plotted for a week and then we fed you the informationA daughter that’s 11 years old, I bet he takes itWe thought about giving a fake name or a destinationBut you so thirsty, you not concerned with investigationInstead you in Advantage studio, it’s a celebrationYou gotta learn to fact-check things and be less impatientYour fans are rejoicing thinkin’ this is my expirationEven the picture you used, the jokes and the medicationThe Maybach glove and the drug he uses for less inflationMaster manipulator, you bid on the speculationYou dumb and reactive n***a, I’m petty with dedicationWhat about the bones we dug up in that excavationAnd why isn’t Whitney denying all of the allegations?Why is she following Dave Free and not Mr. Morale?You haven’t seen the kids in six months, the distance is wildDave leaving heart emojis underneath pics of the childSpeaking of anything with a child, let’s get to that nowThis Epstein angle was the s**t I expectedTikTok videos you collected and dissectedInstead of being on some dis-direct s**tYou rather f**king grab your pen and misdirect s**tMy mom came over today and I was like”Mother I-, mother I-, mother I-“Wait a second, that’s that one record where you say you got molestedAw, f**k me, I just made the whole connectionThis about to get so depressingThis is trauma for your own confessionsThis when your father leave you home alone with no protection, so neglectedThat’s why these pedophile raps is s**t you so obsessed with, it’s so excessiveThey acting like it’s so aggressiveBut you just never known affectionI don’t wanna diss you anymore, this really got me second-guessing”Touch My Body” by Mariah Carey play, you probably start reflectingI never been with no one under age, but now I understand why this the angle that you really mess withJust for clarity, I’m too disgustedI’m too respectedIf I was f**king young girls, I promise I’da been done arrestedI’m way too famous for this s**t you just suggested, but that’s not the lesson, clearly, there’s a deeper messageDeep cuts that never healed, and now they got infectedLike if Dave really f**ked your girl and got her pregnant, talk about breeding resentmentI’m not sure how to ease the sentiment, this s**t’s too intimateI’m praying you recover from both instancesBut you a piece of s**t, so this s**t really no coincidenceDrake is not a name that you gon’ see on no sex offender list easy does itYou mention an A-minor but n***as got a B-sharp and tell the fans, “Who was it?”You thought you left D-flat, E-majorI slit your throat with the razor and do Rick Ross air like that one flight from Malaysia, I’m your baby mommas screen saverOnly f**kin’ with Whitney’s, not Millie Bobby Brown’s, I’d never look twice at no teenagerI’m a f**kin’ hitmaker dog, not a peacemakerYeah, bullets that I’m stuffing in each chamber, your a*s in extreme dangerStop buying views and bot commentsYou may as well keep the paperS**t you ’bout to need for laterI give a f**k about your streaming dataYou can drop a hundred more records, I’ll see ya later, yeahMaybe when you meet your makerI don’t wanna fight with a woman beater, it feeds your natureIf you still bumping R. Kelly, you can thank the saviorSaid if they deleted his music and your music is going too, a hypocriteI don’t understand why these people prayed, ya sounding like you send a commissary when he needs some paperAlbum dropping soon, no wonder you turn to clout chaser instead of doing hard laborN***a, I see ya when I see ya, like FantasiaAnd Whitney, you can hit me if you need a favorAnd when I say I hit ya back, it’s a lot safer, ha, I promise
Outro
YeahI’m not gonna lie, this s**t was, um, some good exercise, likeIt’s good to get out and get the pen workin’You would be a worthy competitor if I was really a predator and you weren’t f**kin’ lying to every blogger and editor, but it is what it isYou definitely got this s**t burnt the f**k out, though, likeYou got 10 more records to dropThe one before the last one, we finessed you into telling a story that doesn’t even existAnd then you go and drop the West Coast one to try and cover that upI would like that one, that would be some s**t I could dance to if you wasn’t tripling down on some whole other bulls**t, butYou know, at least your fans are getting some raps out of youI’m happy I can motivate you, bring you back to the game likeYou know, butJust let me know when we get into the factsEverything in my s**t is factsI’m waiting on you to return the favor, like
