The Heart Part 6

Now let me see ya prove it
Just let me see ya prove it
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 general
Seasoned in preparation
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-"
Ah, 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
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'll hit ya back, it's a lot safer
Huh, I promise

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 (prove it)
I'm waitin' on you
To return the favor, like