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Evil Ways
Yeah (Oh, baby, be honest with yourself)YeahEverything good, everything pure(There's some things in life and you know)(Ooh, ways, if you wanna keep that guy)Everything pure(You've got to change your evil waysIf you wanna keep that—)Yeah, I got some evil waysEven through the glasses, you can see the gazeTo find your way up to the top, this shit gon' be a mazeVolkswagon, shit the way I'm runnin' Beatles' playsYeah, and we linkin' like we freed the slavesI conquered hell, I walked thе 'Ville and set my feet ablazeMy hеart hardens every year like sneakers that Adidas madeI never did the VMAs, I'm not in need of praiseAll praise to the born sinners Jesus savesMy brothers runnin' through the 6ix like the green beretsBeefin' with a block that's five hundred feet awayWheel of fortune, shit, the way they say they need a KNah, uh, I only need a raiseAnd a safe to stash these Frito LaysTimes was hard, I watched my mamaRobbin' hard just to get Peter paidAnd now my paper folded likeWhen teachers don't want classmates to see your gradeTime is speedin' now, I see the greys pokin' outThis beard, but it's weird'Cause I feel like I ain't even age (Yeah)Y'all seize the rageFeet firmly planted for these precious flowersI've been handed, watch me be the vaseMan, I'm livin' out Carlito's wayYou niggas ain't gettin' no bread, you in a keto phaseWisdom comin' out my mouth like some teethin' painMy whip used to have the seat displaysWhere S. M. A. C. K. DVD would playZopiclone baby, I can't rest without the sleepin' aidsBought this nigga jewels, these shits is lightLet's get it reappraisedI bet you see the price and you gon' be amazedAnd broski didn't do it, he like a piece of artJudge, he was framedSome feed the J's to receive a wageCoke got they nose bleedin' like the seatsWhere you can't see the stageHigh up in arenas where they see their favesAKA me and Drizzy Drake, we the waveUh, yeah, we the waveLike Christian Combs with a brush in his handOnce the grease is laidShit is 360 like the label dealYou signed to get your people paidMe, I got tickets like a meter maidAnd 21 my nigga like he celebrate a legal ageNext time I get in Rosalia faceI hope she tell her people that we need some spaceNiggas think I won't get 'em hitBut like like an Indian marriage, it could be arrangedDiss me, and you just may see us on your blockLike the street paradeAt the top, playin' keeper way with the crownOur life's an open book, come and read a pageDrake pulled a white bitch that's goin' both waysShe like the queen of spadesI'm startin' to think they percs is fake, they weed is lacedFor thinkin' it's a game, if it's a gameThese streets would be the Bushido's bladeRazor to his face and he ain't need a shaveI stay out of beef, see niggas' DNA get rearrangedI'm with Drizzy in Atlanta, so many hitters with that niggaThey could be the BravesYoung angel goin' through his demon phaseHard to blame 'em, Lord knows this game could be depravedScary Hours undefeated, y'all should be afraidYeah, y'all should be afraidOoh, ways, if you wanna to keep that guyYou've got to change your evil ways, if you wanna keep that—Oh, baby, be honest with yourselfThere's some thing's in life and you knowOoh, ways, if you wanna to keep that guyYou've got to change your evil ways, if you wanna keep that—
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