The Heart Part 6 Lyrics – Drake Decodes Kendrick’s Facade

Just when it seemed the highly publicised feud between Drake and Kendrick Lamar had reached a temporary lull, the Toronto rapper unleashed a surprise salvo with the release of The Heart Part 6 on May 5, 2024.

This scathing lyrical rebuttal serves as a direct response to Kendrick’s recent tracks, “Meet the Grahams” and “Not Like Us,” further fueling the unfolding saga of one of hip-hop’s most intense rivalries.

Dissecting the Lyrics and Allegations

From the very first lines, Drake addresses the allegations hurled his way by Kendrick, vehemently dismissing claims of paedophilia and denying any inappropriate behaviour with minors.

He suggests that Kendrick fell for a carefully orchestrated trap, as Drake intentionally fed false information about having an 11-year-old daughter, which Kendrick then incorporated into his recent tracks:

“We plotted for a week and then we fed you the information
A daughter that’s eleven years old, I bet he takes it.”

The lyrical rebuttal is relentless, as Drake mocks Kendrick’s “trauma for your own confessions” line and calls into question the validity of Kendrick’s allegations.

He even implies that Dave Free, Kendrick’s business partner and co-founder of pgLang, might have left flirtatious comments on Whitney Alford’s (Kendrick’s fiancée) Instagram posts, further fueling the paternity rumours that Drake first ignited on Family Matters:

“Dave leaving heart emojis underneath pics of the child
Speakin’ of anything with a child, let’s get to that now.”

Probing Deeper into Personal Matters

As the song progresses, Drake delves into deeply personal territory, exploring the potential roots of Kendrick’s fixation on paedophilia.

He suggests it stems from childhood trauma and neglect, drawing connections to Kendrick’s own lyrics about being molested as a child.

While acknowledging the gravity of the subject matter, Drake ultimately declares his innocence and vows to clear his name:

“This is trauma from 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.”

A Masterful Display of Lyricism and Production

Produced by Boi-1da and featuring a sample from Aretha Franklin’s “Prove It,” The Heart Part 6 showcases Drake’s lyrical prowess and ability to craft a compelling narrative.

The song’s release also highlights the expedited process of clearing samples, as the Aretha Franklin sample was reportedly cleared within 24 hours, a testament to Drake’s team’s efficiency.

The Cover Art Controversy

The cover art for The Heart Part 6 immediately set the internet ablaze, depicting an Instagram comment by Dave Free under a post featuring Whitney Alford and her children.

This provocative image seemingly references Drake’s previous claim on “Family Matters” that Free had an affair with Alford, questioning the paternity of one of Kendrick’s children.

A High-Stakes Lyrical Chess Match

As the Drake vs. Kendrick rivalry unfolds with each successive track, The Heart Part 6 stands as a potent lyrical rebuttal, challenging Kendrick’s claims head-on.

At this minute, the beef between the two rap titans has taken on a toxic tone, with Drake appearing to play a calculated game of chess with his lyrics.

However, Kendrick Lamar has yet to directly address any of Drake’s accusations, leaving fans eagerly anticipating his response in this epic rap battle.

A Battle for the Ages

As we eagerly await Kendrick’s retaliation, one thing is certain: this battle between two of the most formidable forces in modern rap has proven they are both equally gifted on the mic.

Every bar, every accusation, and every strategic manoeuvre will be dissected and analysed by fans for years to come.

The unrestrained authenticity of Drake and Kendrick’s hostilities harkens back to the genre’s gritty roots.

From an outside perspective, Drake’s lyrical rebuttal on The Heart Part 6 seems to have covered substantial ground, addressing Kendrick’s claims in detail.

As such, he may not need to do anything further, though only time will tell if this saga is truly done from his side.

As for Kendrick, fans are eagerly awaiting his response, which would ideally address Drake’s accusations from a factual standpoint.

However, it is important to acknowledge that the intensity of the feud has escalated to the point where the exchanges have become rather toxic.

The lyrical blows are no longer just about showcasing superior artistry; they’ve morphed into personal attacks that tread on sensitive issues.

This toxicity is not just confined to the lyrics; it spills over into social media, where fans and onlookers fuel the fire with speculation and divisive comments.

The situation is a stark reminder of the thin line between competitive spirit and destructive conflict in the music industry.

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Drake The Heart Part 6 Lyrics

Intro: Aretha Franklin
Now let me see ya prove it
Just let me see ya prove it

Verse
Alright
The Pulitzer Prize winner is definitely spiralin’
I got your fucking 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 or 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, not fall down
The ones that you’re gettin’ your stories from, they all clowns
I am a war gеneral, seasoned in prеparation
My jacket is covered in medals, honor and decoration
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 eleven 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 Advantage Studio, it’s a celebration
You gotta learn to fact check things and be less impatient
Your fans are rejoicin’ thinkin’ 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 bit on the speculation
You dumb and reactive, nigga, I’m petty with dedication
What about the bones we dug up in that excavation?
And why isn’t Whitney denyin’ 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
Speakin’ 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—”
Ahh, 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 depressin’
This is trauma from 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 reflectin’
I never been with no one underage 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 breedin’ resentment
I’m not sure how to ease the sentiment, this shit’s too intimate
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, Eazy-Duz-It
You mentionin’ A minor, but niggas gotta B sharp and tell the fans, “Who was it?”
You thought you left D flat, D major
I’ll slit your throat with the razor and do Rick Ross Air like that one flight from Malaysia, I’m your baby mama’s screen saver
Only fuckin’ with Whitneys, not Millie Bobby Browns, I’d never look twice at no teenager
I’m a fucking hitmaker, dog, not a peacemaker
Yeah, bullets that I’m stuffin’ in each chamber, your ass in extreme danger
Stop buyin’ views and bot comments, you may as well keep the paper
Shit you ’bout to need for later
I give a fuck about your streamin’ data
You could drop a hundred more records, I’ll see you 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 could thank the Savior
Said if they deleted his music then your music is going too, a hypocrite
I don’t understand why these people praise you, soundin’ like you send him commissary when he need some paper
Album droppin’ soon, no wonder you turn to a clout chaser ‘stead of doing hard labor
Nigga, I’ll see you when I see you like Fantasia
And Whitney, you can hit me if you need a favor
And when I say I hit you back, it’s a lot safer
Huh, I promise

Spoken Outro
Yeah
I’m not gonna lie this shit was some, some good exercise, like
It’s good to get out, get the pen workin’
You would be a worthy competitor if I was really a predator and you weren’t fuckin’ lying to every blogger and 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, that, that would be some shit I could dance to if you wasn’t triplin’ down on some whole other bullshit, but
You know, at least your fans are gettin’ some raps out of you
I’m happy I could motivate you
Bring you back to the game, like
You know, but
Just let me know when we’re gettin’ to the facts
Everything in my shit is facts
I’m waitin’ on you to return the favor, like