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 challenges 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 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 whether right or wrong,
you a Black man
Even if it don't benefit your goals,
do some push-ups, get 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 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 nothin' like him,
you'll carry yourself as king
Can't understand me right now? Just
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
Mm-mh, your 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 they life
He hates Black women,
hypersexualize '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
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 yet sellin' your niece,
to the weirdos, not the good ones
Katt Williams said,
"Give 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,
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 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
This 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 but you showin' up as a seven-year-old
You You You got gamblin' problems, drinkin' problems,
pill-poppin' and 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 com
promised 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,
