An hour after Drake dropped his diss track "Family Matters," Kendrick Lamar delivered a nuclear response with the ferocious diss track "Meet the Grahams."

The song was in response to Drizzy's "Family Matters," on which he blasted the Compton rapper's family and his pgLang partner and 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 raps 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 most brutal lyrics  from "Meet the Grahams" 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 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"

"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 play this when you 18"

Sandra "Sandi" Graham (Drake's Mother)

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
Him and Weinstein should get f**ked up in a cell for the rest they life
He hates Black women, hyper-sexualizes them, with kinks of a nympho fetish
Grew facial hair 'cause he understand bein' a beard just fit him better
He 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 time
Ayy, 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 them
Especially with all the girls that'shurt inside this climate"

Dennis Graham (Drake's Father)

"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 who like to play victim
You 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 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 timetables or watchin' Frozen with you
Or at your 11th birthday, singin' poems with you
Instead, he be in Turks, payin' for sex and poppin' Percs"

"Money's always been illusion, but that's the life he's used to
His father prolly didnt claim him neither
History do repeat itself, sometimes it don't need a reason
But 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. Morale
So our babies like you can cope later
Give you some confidence to go through somethin', it's hope later"


"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 f**kin' deadbeat that should never say 'More Life'
Meet the Grahams"

"This supposed to be a good exhibition within the game
But you f**ked 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
37, but you showin’ up as a seven-year-old
You got gamblin' problems, drinkin' problems
Pill-poppin' and spendin’ problems, bad with money, whorehouse
Solicitin' 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 in
No secret handshakes with your friend
No coach or cache to bench, just disrespectin' your mother
Identities on the fence, don't know which family will love ya
The skin that you're livin' in is compromised in personas
Can’t channel your masculine even when your standin' next to a woman
You 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 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 p***y, 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
F**k a rap battle, this a long-life battle with yourself"

Listen to Kendrick Lamar's Drake Diss Track "Meet the Grahams"

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