This single was released on 03 May 2024. The vocals are by Kendrick Lamar, the music is produced by The Alchemist, and the lyrics are written by Kendrick Lamar.
This song is originally in the key of Bb Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 75 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
This song is originally in the key of Bb Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 75 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Original Key: Bb Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 75 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] [VERSE ONE] Bbm Dear Adonis Bbm I'm sorry that that man is your father, let me be honest Bbm It takes a man to be a man, your dad is not responsive Bbm I look at him and wish your grandpa woulda wore a condom Bbm I'm sorry that you gotta grow up and then stand behind him Bbm Life is hard, I know, the challenge is always gon' beat us home Bbm Sometimes our parents make mistakes that affect us until we grown Bbm Hey, you're a good kid that need good leadership Bbm Let me be your mentor since your daddy don't teach you shit Bbm Never let a man piss on your leg, son Bbm Either you die right there or pop that man in the head, son Bbm Never fall in the escort business, that's bad religion Bbm Please remember, you could be a bitch even if you got bitches Bbm Never code switch, whether right or wrong, you're a Black man Bbm Even if it don't benefit your goals, do some push ups, get some discipline Bbm Don't cut them corners like your daddy did, fuck what Ozempic did Bbm Don't pay to play with them Brazilians, get a gym membership Bbm Understand, no throwin' rocks and hidin' hands, that's law Bbm Don't be ashamed 'bout who you wit', that's how he treat your moms Bbm Don't have a kid to hide a kid to hide again, be sure Bbm Five percent will comprehend, but ninety five is lost Bbm Be proud of who you are, your strength come from within Bbm Lotta superstars that's real, but your daddy ain't one of them Bbm And you nothing like him, you'll carry yourself as king Bbm Can't understand me right now? Just play this when you eighteen www.chordzone.org [VERSE TWO] Bbm Dear Sandra Bbm Your son got some habits, I hope you don't undermine them Bbm Especially with all the girls that's hurt inside this climate Bbm You a woman, so you know how it feels to be in alignment Bbm With emotion, hopin' a man can see you and not be blinded Bbm Dear Dennis, you gave birth to a master manipulator Bbm Even usin' you to prove who he is is a huge favor Bbm I think you should ask for more paper, and more paper Bbm And more, uh, more paper Bbm I'm blamin' you for all his gamblin' addictions Bbm Psychopath intuition, the man that like to play victim Bbm You raised a horrible fuckin' person, the nerve of you, Dennis Bbm Sandra, sit down, what I'm about to say is heavy, now listen Bbm Mm mm, your son's a sick man with sick thoughts, I think niggas like him should die Bbm Him and Weinstein should get fucked up in a cell for the rest their life Bbm He hates Black women, hypersexualizes 'em with kinks of a nympho fetish Bbm Grew facial hair because he understood bein' a beard just fit him better Bbm He got sex offenders on ho VO that he keep on a monthly allowance Bbm A child should never be compromised and he keepin' his child around them Bbm And we gotta raise our daughters knowin' there's predators like him lurkin' Bbm Fuck a rap battle, he should die so all of these women can live with a purpose Bbm I been in this industry twelve years, I'ma tell y'all one lil' secret Bbm It's some weird shit goin' on and some of these artists be here to police it Bbm They be streamlinin' victims all inside of they home and callin' 'em tender Bbm Then leak videos of themselves to further push their agendas Bbm To any woman that be playin' his music, know that you're playin' your sister Bbm Or better, you're sellin' your niece to the weirdos, not the good ones Bbm Katt Williams said, "Get you the truth," so I'ma get mines Bbm The Embassy 'bout to get raided too, it's only a matter of time Bbm Ayy, LeBron, keep the family away, hey, Curry, keep the family away Bbm To anybody that embody the love for their kids, keep the family away Bbm They lookin' at you too if you standin' by him, keep the family away Bbm I'm lookin' to shoot through any pervert that lives, keep the family safe [VERSE THREE] Bbm Dear baby girl Bbm I'm sorry that your father not active inside your world Bbm He don't commit to much but his music, yeah, that's for sure Bbm He a narcissist, misogynist, livin' inside his songs Bbm Try destroyin' families rather than takin' care of his own Bbm Should be teachin' you time tables or watchin' Frozen with you Bbm Or at your eleventh birthday singin' poems with you Bbm Instead, he be in Turks payin' for sex and poppin' Percs, examples that you don't deserve Bbm I wanna tell you that you're loved, you're brave, you're kind Bbm You got a gift to change the world, and could change your father's mind Bbm 'Cause our children is the future, but he lives inside confusion Bbm Money's always been illusion, but that's the life he's used to Bbm His father prolly didn't claim him neither Bbm History do repeats itself, sometimes it don't need a reason Bbm But I would like to say it's not your fault that he's hidin' another child Bbm Give him grace, this the reason I made Mr. Morale Bbm So our babies like you can cope later Bbm Give you some confidence to go through somethin', it's hope later Bbm I never wanna hear you chase a man 'cause it's feral behavior Bbm Sittin' in the club with sugar daddies for validation Bbm You need to know that love is eternity and trumps all pain Bbm I'll tell you who your father is, just play this song when it rains Bbm Yes, he's a hitmaker, songwriter, superstar, right Bbm And a fuckin' deadbeat that should never say "More Life" Bbm Meet the Grahams www.chordzone.org [VERSE FOUR] Bbm Dear Aubrey Bbm I know you probably thinkin' I wanted to crash your party Bbm But truthfully, I don't have a hatin' bone in my body Bbm This supposed to be a good exhibition within the game Bbm But you fucked up the moment you called out my family's name Bbm Why you had to stoop so low to discredit some decent people? Bbm Guess integrity is lost when the metaphors doesn't reach you Bbm And I like to understand 'cause your house was never a home Bbm Thirty seven, but you showin' up as a seven year old Bbm You got gamblin' problems, drinkin' problems, pill poppin' and spendin' problems Bbm Bad with money, whorehouse Bbm Solicitin' women problems, therapy's a lovely start Bbm But I suggest some ayahuasca, strip the ego from the bottom Bbm I try to empathize with you 'cause I know that you ain't been through nothin' Bbm Crave entitlement, but wanna be liked so bad that it's puzzlin' Bbm No dominance, let's recap moments when you didn't fit in Bbm No secret handshakes with your friend Bbm No culture cachet to binge, just disrespectin' your mother Bbm Identity's on the fence, don't know which family will love ya Bbm The skin that you livin' in is compromised in personas Bbm Can't channel your masculine even when standin' next to a woman Bbm You a body shamer, you gon' hide them baby mamas, ain't ya? Bbm You embarrassed of 'em, that's not right, that ain't how mama raised us Bbm Take that mask off, I wanna see what's under them achievements Bbm Why believe you? You never gave us nothin' to believe in Bbm 'Cause you lied about religious views, you lied about your surgery Bbm You lied about your accent and your past tense, all is perjury Bbm You lied about your ghostwriters, you lied about your crew members Bbm They all pussy, you lied on 'em, I know they all got you in 'em Bbm You lied about your son, you lied about your daughter, huh Bbm You lied about them other kids that's out there hopin' that you come Bbm You lied about the only artist that can offer you some help Bbm Fuck a rap battle, this a long life battle with yourself
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