meet the grahams chords and lyrics - KENDRICK LAMAR

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[Intro 1]
[Am]
[G]

[Verse 1]
Dear [G]Adonis
I'm sorry that that man is your father,
let me be [Am]honest
[G]It takes a man to be a man,
your dad is not responsive
I look at him and wish your [Am]grandpa
woulda wore a condom
I'm sorry that you gotta grow [G]up
and then stand behind him
Life is hard, I know,
the challenges always gon' beat us [Am]home
[G]Sometimes our parents make mistakes
that affect us until we [Am]grown
And you're [G]a good kid that
need good lead[Am]ership
Let me be your mentor since
your daddy don't [G]teach you shit
[Am]Never let a man piss[G] on your leg, son
[Am]Either you die right [G]there or pop
that man in the head, son
Never fall in the [Am]escort busi[G]ness,
that's bad religion
[Am]Please remember,
you could be a bitch even if you got bitches
Nev[G]er code-switch, whether whether right or wrong,
you a Black man
Even if it don't bene[Am]fit your [G]goals,
do some push-ups, get get some discipline
Don't cut them corners like your daddy did,
fuck [Am]what Ozempic did
Don't pay to play with them Brazilians,
get a gym [G]membership
Understand, no throwin' rocks and hidin' hands,
that's law
Don't be [Am]ashamed [G]'bout who you wit',
that's how [Am]he treat [G]your moms
Don't have a kid to hide a kid to hide again,
[Am]be sure
Five percent will comprehend,
but ninety-five is [G]is lost
Be proud of who you are,
your strength come from within
Lotta super[Am]stars that's [G]real,
but your daddy ain't one of them
And you nothin' like him,
you'll carry yourself as [Am]king
Can't understand me right now? Just

[Interlude 1]
play this when you eighteen
[Am]
[G]

[Verse 2]
Dear [G]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 [Am]feels to be in alignment
With emotion, hopin' a man can
[G]see you and not be blinded
Dear Dennis, you gave birth to
a master manipulat[Am]or
[G]Even usin' you to prove
who he is is a huge favor
I think you should ask for more paper[Am],
and more paper
And more, uh, more [G]paper
I'm blamin' you [Am]for all
[G]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 [Am]down, what I'm about to say is heavy,
now listen
[G]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 [Am]nympho fetish
Grew facial hair because he understood
bein' a beard just fit him [G]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 [Am]lurkin'
Fuck a rap battle,
he should die so all of these women can live with a [G]purpose
I been in this industry twelve years,
I'ma tell y'all one lil' secret
[Am]It's some weird shit goin'[G] on and some
of these artists be here to police it
They be streamlinin' victims all inside of
they home and callin' 'em [Am]tender
Then leak videos of themselves to
further push [G]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 [Am]Embassy 'bout to get raided too,
it's only a matter of time
Ayy, LeBron, [G]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 [Am]lookin' to shoot through any pervert that lives,

[Interlude 2]
keep the family safe
[Am]
[G]
Dear [Am]baby [G]girl[Am]

[Verse 3]
[G]
I'm sorry that your father not
[Am]active inside [G]your world
He don't commit to much but his music,
yeah, [Am]that's for sure
[G]He a narcissist, misogynist,
liv[Am]in' inside his songs
Try destroy families rather than
tak[G]in' care of his own
Should be teachin' you time tables
or watchin' Frozen with [Am]you
[G]Or at your eleventh birthday
singin' poem[Am]s with you
[G]Instead, he be in Turks payin' for [Am]sex and poppin'
Percs, examples that you don't deserve
I wanna tell you that you're loved,
[G]you're brave, you're kind
You got a gift to [Am]change the world and
[G]could change your father's mind
'Cause our children is the future,
[Am]but he l[G]ives inside confusion
[Am]Money's always been illusion,
but that's the life he's used to
[G]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 [Am]not your fault
that he's hid[G]in' another child
Give [Am]him grace,
this the reason I made Mr. Morale
So our babies like you [G]can cope later
Give you some confidence to go through somethin',
[Am]it's[G] hope later
I never wanna hear you chase a man
'cause his failed behavior
Sittin' in the [Am]club with sugar
daddies for validation
You need to know [G]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 [Am]a hi[G]tmaker, songwriter, superstar,
right
And a fuckin' deadbeat that should never say,
"More life"
Meet [Am]the Grahams

[Verse 4]
[G]
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
exhibi[Am]tion within the game
But you fucked up the moment you
[G]called out my [Am]family's name
Why [G]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 [Am]your house
was never a home
Thirty-seven,
but but you showin' up [G]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
[Am]But I suggest some ayahuasca, strip
the ego from the bot[G]tom
I try to empathize with you 'cause I know
that you ain't been through nothin'
[Am]Crav[G]e entitlement, but wanna be
liked so bad that it's puzzlin'
[Am]No domin[G]ance,
let's recap mo[Am]ments when you didn't fit in
No secret handshakes with your friend
No cul[G]tural 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' [Am]in is com
[G]promised in personas
Can't chan[Am]nel your masculine even
when standin' next to a woman
You [G]a body shamer, you gon' [G]hide
them baby mamas, ain't ya?
You embarrassed of 'em, that's [G]not right,
that ain't how mama raised us
Take that mask off,
I wanna [Am]see [G]what's under them achievements
Why [Am]believe you? You never gave
us nothin' to believe in
'Cause [G]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
[Am]They all pussy, you lied on 'em, I
know they all got you in 'em
[G]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 [Am]rap battle,

[Outro 1]
this a long-life battle battle with yourself
[Am]