Read the Lyrics to Drake's Kendrick Lamar Diss "The Heart Part 6"

By now, everyone and their mother are at least sorta familiar with the most explosive rap beef in recent memory. It all started with Kendrick Lamar's fire-tongued verse on Metro Boomin and Future's "LIKE THAT," in which the Compton rapper fires shots at both J. Cole and Drake.

Over a month since the verse heard 'round the world, J. Cole got clowned (and quickly bowed out), Rick Ross took matters into his own hands, and like the climax of an old Western film, Kendrick and Drake are locked in a standoff. Close your eyes and another shot is fired.

This week has been particularly active for the two rappers. Kendrick has slowly turned up the heat, going from "euphoria" to "6:16 in LA" a few days later. Drake responded with "Family Matters" shortly after. In a surprising turn of events, Kendrick responded in less than an hour with the scathing "Meet the Grahams." Less than 24 hours later, he decided to drop off "Not Like Us" with some of the most piercing accusations of all. From secret children to domestic violence accusations and even rumors of pedophilia, the two emcees have hurled everything at each other. Now, Drake arrives with "The Heart Part 6," taking cues from Kendrick's "The Heart" series.

Below, read the complete lyrics to Drake's latest installment in this rap civil war. Hopefully Kendrick gives us enough time to digest it before he drops his rumored response.

[Intro]



Now let me see ya do it



Just let me see ya do it








[Verse]



Alright



The Pulitzer Prize winner is definitely spiralin'



I got your fuckin' lines tapped, I swear that I'm dialed in



First I was a rat, so where's the proof of the trial then?



Where's the paperwork of the cabinet it's filed in



1090 Jake would've took all the walls down



The streets would've had me hidin' out in a small town



My Montreal connects stand up, now fall down



The one's that you're gettin' your stories from, they all clowns



I am a war general, season in preparation



My jackеt is covered in medals, honor, and dеcoration



You waited for this moment, overcome with the desperation



We plotted for a week and then we fed you the information



A daughter that's 11 years old, I bet he takes it



We thought about giving a fake name or a destination



But you so thirsty, you not concerned with investigation



Instead, you in that Venice studio, it's a celebration



You gotta learn to fact-check things and be less impatient



Your fans are rejoicing thinking this is my expiration



Even the picture you used, the jokes, and the medication



The Maybach glove and the drug he uses for less inflation



Master manipulator, you bid on the speculation



You dumb and reactive n***a, I'm petty with dedication



What about the bones we dug up in that excavation?



And why isn't Whitney denying all of the allegations?



Why is she following Dave Free and not Mr. Morale?



You haven't seen the kids in six months, the distance is wild



Dave leaving heart emojis underneath pics of the child



Speaking of anything with a child, let's get to that now



This Epstein angle was the shit I expected



TikTok videos you collected and dissected



Instead of being on some diss direct shit, you rather fucking grab your pen and misdirect shit



My mom came over today and I was like, "Mother I-, mother I-, mother I-"



Wait a second, that's that one record where you say you got molested



Aw, fuck me, I just made the whole connection



This about to get so depressing



This is trauma for your own confessions



This when your father leave you home alone with no protection, so neglected



That's why these pedophile raps is shit you so obsessed with, it's so excessive



They acting like it's so aggressive



But you just never known affection



I don't wanna diss you anymore, this really got me second-guessing



"Touch My Body" by Mariah Carey play, you probably start reflecting



I never been with no one under age but now I understand why this the angle that you really mess with



Just for clarity, I feel disgusted



I'm too respected



If I was fucking young girls, I promise I'd have been arrested



I'm way too famous for this shit you just suggested, but that's not the lesson



Clearly, there's a deeper message



Deep cuts that never healed and now they got infected



Like if Dave really fucked your girl and got her pregnant, talk about breeding resentment



Not sure how to ease the sentiment, this shit's too intimant



I'm praying you recover from both incidents



But you a piece of shit so this shit really no coincidence



Drake is not a name that you gon' see on no sex offender list, easy does it



You mention an A-minor but n****s got a B-sharp and tell the fans, "Who was it?"



You thought you left D-flat, E-major



I slit your throat with the razor and do Rick Ross air like that one flight from Malaysia



I'm your baby mommas screen-saver



Only fuckin' with Whitney's, not Millie Bobby Brown's, I'd never look twice at no teenager



I'm a fucking hit maker dog, not a peace maker,



Bullets that I'm stuffing in each chamber, your ass in extreme danger



Stop buying views and bot comments



You may as well keep the paper



Shit you 'bout to need for later



I give a fuck about your streaming data



You can drop a hundred more records, I'll see ya later, yeah



Maybe when you meet your maker



I don't wanna fight with a woman beater, it feeds your nature



If you still bumping R Kelly, you can thank the savior



Said if they deleted his music and your music is going too, a hypocrite



I don't understand why these people prayed, you're sounding like you send a commissary when he needs some paper



Album dropping soon, no wonder you turn to clout chaser instead of doing hard labor



N***a, I'll see ya when I see ya like Fantasia



And Whitney, you can hit me if you need a favor



And when I say I hit ya back, it's a lot safer, ha, I promise



[Outro]



Yeah



I'm not gonna lie, this shit was um, some good exercise, like it's good to get out and get the pen working.



You would be a worthy competitor if I was really a predator and you weren't fucking lying to every blog or an editor but... it is what it is.



You definitely got this shit burnt the fuck out though, like you got ten more records to drop.



The one before the last one we finessed you into telling a story that doesn't even exist, and then you go and drop the West Coast one to try and cover that up.



I would like that one, that would be some shit I could dance to if you wasn't tripling down on some whole other bullshit but, you know at least your fans are getting some raps out of you.



I'm happy I can motivate you, bring you back to the game, like, you know, but just let me know when we get into the facts.



Everything in my shit is facts. I'm waiting on you to return the favor, like...