THE HEART PART 6

《THE HEART PART 6》是加拿大說唱歌手德雷克演唱的歌曲，於2024年5月5日上線。

基本介紹

• 外文名：THE HEART PART 6
• 歌曲時長：5分26秒
• 歌曲原唱：德雷克
• 發行日期：2024年5月5日
• 歌曲語言：英語
• 製作人：Boi-1da

創作背景

《THE HEART PART 6》是2024年德雷克繼《Push Ups》《Taylor Made Freestyle》《Family Matters》之後第四首diss肯德里克·拉馬爾的歌曲。肯德里克·拉馬爾在先前的diss曲中稱德雷克是戀童癖，並透露德雷克有一個11歲的私生女。德雷克在該曲中回應了以上兩點以及其他觀點。

歌曲歌詞

[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