Meet the Graham’s chords by Kendrick Lamar |
Easy Version
| Intro: |
| | Am | Am Em | Am | Am Em | |
| | Gm | |
| Gm |
| Dear Adonis |
| Gm |
| I'm sorry that |
| Gm |
| That man is your father |
| Gm |
| Let me be honest |
| Gm |
| It takes a man to be a man |
| Gm |
| Your dad is not responsive |
| Gm |
| I look at him and wish your |
| Am |
| Grandpa would've wore a condom |
| Am |
| I'm sorry that you gotta |
| Gm |
| Grow up and then stand behind him |
| Gm |
| Life is hard, I know |
| Gm |
| The challenge is |
| Gm |
| Always gon' beat us home |
| Gm |
| Sometimes our parents make |
| Gm |
| Mistakes that affect us |
| Gm |
| Until we grown |
| Gm |
| And you're a good kid that |
| Am |
| Need good leadership |
| Am |
| Let me be your mentor since |
| Gm |
| Your daddy don't teach you shit |
| Gm |
| Never let a man |
| Gm |
| Piss on your leg son |
| Gm |
| Either you die right there |
| Gm |
| Or pop that man in the head |
| Gm |
| Son |
| Gm |
| Never fall in the escort business |
| Gm |
| That's bad religion |
| Am |
| Please remember |
| Am |
| You could be a bitch |
| Am |
| Even if you got bitches |
| Gm |
| Never code-switch |
| Gm |
| Whether right or wrong |
| Gm |
| You're a Black man |
| Gm |
| Even if it don't |
| Gm |
| Benefit your goals |
| Gm |
| Do some push-ups |
| Gm |
| Get some discipline |
| Gm |
| Don't cut them corners |
| Gm |
| Like your daddy did |
| Am |
| Fuck what Ozempic did |
| Am |
| Don't pay to play |
| Am |
| With them Brazilians |
| Gm |
| Get a gym membership |
| Gm |
| Understand |
| Gm |
| No throwin' rocks and hidin' hands |
| Gm |
| That's law |
| Gm |
| Don't be ashamed 'bout who you wit' |
| Gm |
| That's how he treat your moms |
| Gm |
| Don't have a kid to hide |
| Gm |
| A kid to hide again |
| Am |
| Be sure |
| Am |
| Five percent will comprehend |
| Gm |
| But ninety-five is lost |
| Gm |
| Be proud of who you are |
| Gm |
| Your strength come from within |
| Gm |
| Lotta superstars that's real |
| Gm |
| But your daddy ain't one of them |
| Gm |
| And you nothin' like him |
| Am |
| You'll carry yourself as king |
| Am |
| Can't understand me right |
| Am |
| Now? Just play this |
| Am |
| When you eighteen |
| Bridge: |
| | Am Em | Am | Am Em | |
| | Gm | |
| Gm |
| Dear Sandra |
| Gm |
| Your son got some habits |
| Gm |
| I hope you don't undermine them |
| Gm |
| Especially with all the girls |
| Gm |
| That's hurt inside this climate |
| Gm |
| You a woman |
| Gm |
| So you know |
| Am |
| How it feels to be in alignment |
| Am |
| With emotion |
| Am |
| Hopin' a man |
| Gm |
| Can see you and not be blinded |
| Gm |
| Dear Dennis |
| Gm |
| You gave birth |
| Gm |
| To a master manipulator |
| Gm |
| Even using you to prove who |
| Gm |
| He is is a huge favor |
| Gm |
| I think you should |
| Am |
| Ask for more paper |
| Am |
| And more paper |
| Gm |
| And more, uh, more paper |
| Gm |
| I'm blamin' you for all his |
| Gm |
| Gamblin' addictions |
| Gm |
| Psychopath intuition |
| Gm |
| The man that like to play victim |
| Gm |
| You raised |
| Gm |
| A horrible fuckin' person |
| Gm |
| The nerve of you, Dennis |
| Am |
| Sandra, sit down |
| Am |
| What I'm about to say is heavy |
| Gm |
| Now listen, mm-mm |
| Gm |
| Your son's a sick man with |
| Gm |
| Sick thoughts |
| Gm |
| I think niggas like him should die |
| Gm |
| Him and Weinstein should |
| Gm |
| Get fucked up in a cell |
| Gm |
| For the rest they life |
| Gm |
| He hates Black women |
| Gm |
| Hypersexualize 'em |
| Am |
| With kinks of a nympho fetish |
| Am |
| Grew facial hair because |
| Am |
| He understood bein' |
| Gm |
| A beard just fit him better |
| Gm |
| He got sex offenders on ho-VO |
| Gm |
| That he keep on a monthly allowance |
| Gm |
| A child should never be compromised |
| Gm |
| And he keepin' his child |
| Gm |
| Around them |
| Gm |
| And we gotta raise our daughters |
| Gm |
| Knowin' there's predators |
| Am |
| Like him lurkin' |
| Am |
| Fuck a rap battle |
| Am |
| He should die so all of |
| Gm |
| These women can live with a purpose |
| Gm |
| I been in this industry |
| Gm |
| Twelve years |
| Gm |
| I'ma tell y'all one lil' secret |
| Gm |
| It's some weird shit goin' on |
| Gm |
| And some of these artists |
| Gm |
| Be here to police it |
| Gm |
| They be streamlinin' victims |
| Gm |
| All inside of they home |
| Am |
| And callin' 'em tender |
| Am |
| Then leak videos of themselves |
| Gm |
| To further push their agendas |
| Gm |
| To any woman that be |
| Gm |
| Playin' his music |
| Gm |
| Know that you're playin' |
| Gm |
| Your sister |
| Gm |
| Or better |
| Gm |
| You're sellin' your niece |
| Gm |
| To the weirdos |
| Gm |
| Not the good ones |
| Gm |
| Katt Williams said |
| Gm |
| Get you the truth |
| Gm |
| So I'ma get mines |
| Am |
| The Embassy 'bout to get raided too |
| Am |
| It's only a matter of time |
| Gm |
| Ayy, LeBron, keep the family away |
| Gm |
| Hey, Curry, keep the family away |
| Gm |
| To anybody that embody |
| Gm |
| The love for their kids |
| Gm |
| Keep the family away |
| Gm |
| They lookin' at you too |
| Gm |
| If you standin' by him |
| Gm |
| Keep the family away |
| Am |
| I'm lookin' to shoot |
| Am |
| Through any pervert that lives |
| Am |
| Keep the family safe |
| Bridge: |
| | Am Em | Am | Am Em | |
| | Gm | |
| Gm |
| Dear baby girl |
| Gm |
| I'm sorry that your father |
| Gm |
| Not active inside your world |
| Gm |
| He don't commit to much |
| Gm |
| But his music, yeah |
| Gm |
| That's for sure |
| Gm |
| He a narcissist, misogynist |
| Am |
| Livin' inside his songs |
| Am |
| Try destroyin' families rather |
| Gm |
| Than taking care of his own |
| Gm |
| Should be teaching you time |
| Gm |
| Tables or watchin' Frozen with you |
| Gm |
| Or at your eleventh birthday |
| Gm |
| Singin' poems with you |
| Gm |
| Instead, he be in |
| Am |
| Turks payin' for sex |
| Gm |
| And poppin' Percs |
| Gm |
| Examples that you don't deserve |
| Gm |
| I wanna tell you that you're loved |
| Gm |
| You're brave, you're kind |
| Gm |
| You got a gift to change the world |
| Gm |
| And could change your father's mind |
| Gm |
| 'Cause our children is the future |
| Gm |
| But he lives inside confusion |
| Am |
| Money's always been illusion |
| Am |
| But that's the life he's used to |
| Gm |
| His father prolly didn't |
| Gm |
| Claim him neither |
| Gm |
| History do repeats itself |
| Gm |
| Sometimes it don't need a reason |
| Gm |
| But I would like to say it's |
| Gm |
| Not your fault that |
| Gm |
| He's hidin' another child |
| Am |
| Give him grace |
| Am |
| This the reason I made Mr. Morale |
| Gm |
| So our babies like |
| Gm |
| You can cope later |
| Gm |
| Give you some confidence |
| Gm |
| To go through somethin' |
| Gm |
| It's hope later |
| Gm |
| I never wanna hear you chase |
| Gm |
| A man 'cause it's feral behavior |
| Am |
| Sittin' in the club with |
| Am |
| Sugar daddies for validation |
| Gm |
| You need to know that love |
| Gm |
| Is eternity and trumps all pain |
| Gm |
| I'll tell you who your father is |
| Gm |
| Just play this song when it rains |
| Gm |
| Yes, he's a hitmaker |
| Gm |
| Songwriter, superstar, right |
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| And a fuckin' deadbeat that |
|
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| Should never say "more life" |
| Am |
| Meet the Grahams |
| Bridge: |
| | Am Em | Am | Am Em | |
| | Gm | |
| Gm |
| Dear Aubrey |
| Gm |
| I know you probably thinkin' |
| Gm |
| I wanted to crash your party |
| Gm |
| But truthfully |
| Gm |
| I don't have a hatin' |
| Gm |
| Bone in my body |
| Gm |
| This supposed to be a good |
| Am |
| Exhibition within the game |
| Am |
| But you fucked up the moment |
| Gm |
| You called out my family's name |
| Gm |
| Why you had to stoop so low |
| Gm |
| To discredit some decent people? |
| Gm |
| Guess integrity is lost when |
| Gm |
| The metaphors doesn't reach you |
| Gm |
| And I like to understand |
| Am |
| 'cause your house was never a home |
| Am |
| Thirty-seven |
| Am |
| But you showin' up |
| Gm |
| As a seven-year-old |
| Gm |
| You got gamblin' problems, |
| Gm |
| Drinkin' problems |
| Gm |
| Pill-poppin' and spendin' problems |
| Gm |
| Bad with money, whorehouse |
| Gm |
| Solicitin' women problems |
| Gm |
| Therapy's a lovely start |
| Am |
| But I suggest some ayahuasca |
| Gm |
| Strip the ego from the bottom |
| Gm |
| I try to empathize with you |
| Gm |
| 'cause I know that |
| Gm |
| You ain't been through nothin' |
| Gm |
| Crave entitlement |
| Gm |
| But wanna be liked |
| Gm |
| So bad that it's puzzlin' |
| Gm |
| No dominance |
| Am |
| Let's recap moments |
| Am |
| When you didn't fit in |
| Am |
| No secret handshakes |
| Am |
| With your friend |
| Gm |
| No culture cachet to binge |
| Gm |
| Just disrespectin' your mother |
| Gm |
| Identity's on the fence |
| Gm |
| Don't know which family |
| Gm |
| Will love ya |
| Gm |
| The skin that you livin' |
| Gm |
| In is compromised in personas |
| Am |
| Can't channel your masculine |
| Am |
| Even when standin' next to a woman |
| Gm |
| You a body shamer |
| Gm |
| You gon' hide them baby mamas |
| Gm |
| Ain't ya? |
| Gm |
| You embarrassed of 'em |
| Gm |
| That's not right |
| Gm |
| That ain't how mama raised us |
| Gm |
| Take that mask off |
| Gm |
| I wanna see |
| Gm |
| What's under them achievements |
| Am |
| Why believe you? You never |
| Am |
| Gave us nothin' to believe in |
| Gm |
| 'Cause you lied |
| Gm |
| About religious views |
| Gm |
| You lied about your surgery |
| Gm |
| You lied about your accent |
| Gm |
| And your past tense |
| Gm |
| All is perjury |
| Gm |
| You lied about your ghostwriters |
| Gm |
| You lied about your crew members |
| Am |
| They all pussy, you lied on 'em |
| Am |
| I know they all got you in 'em |
| Gm |
| You lied about your son |
| Gm |
| You lied about your daughter, huh |
| Gm |
| You lied about them other |
| Gm |
| Kids that's out there |
| Gm |
| Hopin' that you come |
| Gm |
| You lied about the only artist |
| Gm |
| That can offer you some help |
| Am |
| Fuck a rap battle |
| Am |
| This a long life |
| Am |
| Battle with yourself |
| Bridge: |
| Gm Gm Am Gm x4 |
| Ending: |
| | Am | Am Em | Am | Am Em | |
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