Evil Ways (Explicit) - Drake/J. Cole

Lyrics by：A. Graham/J. Cole/A. Hernandez/M. Samuels/M. Mule/I. De Boni/A. Sims/C. W. Simmons Jr./D. Bradshaw

Composed by：A. Graham/J. Cole/A. Hernandez/M. Samuels/M. Mule/I. De Boni/A. Sims/C. W. Simmons Jr./D. Bradshaw

Produced by：Vinylz/Boi-1da/FNZ/Fierce

Yeah

Oh baby be honest with yourself

Yeah

Everything 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 ways if you wanna keep that

Yeah I got some evil ways

Even through the glasses you can see the gaze

To find your way up to the top this shit gon' be a maze

Volkswagon shit the way I'm runnin' Beatles' plays

Yeah and we linkin' like we freed the slaves

I conquered hell I walked the 'Ville and set my feet ablaze

My heart hardens every year like sneakers that Adidas made

I never did the VMAs I'm not in need of praise

All praise to the born sinners Jesus saves

My brothers runnin' through the 6ix like the green berets

Beefin' with a block that's five hundred feet away

Wheel of fortune shit the way they say they need a K

Nah uh I only need a raise

And a safe to stash these Frito Lays

Times was hard

I watched my mama robbin' hard just to get Peter paid

And now my paper folded

Like when teachers don't want classmates to see your grade

Time is speedin' now I see the greys pokin' out this beard

But it's weird 'cause I feel like I ain't even age

Yeah

Y'all seize the rage

Feet firmly planted for these precious flowers I've been handed

Watch me be the vase

Man I'm livin' out Carlito's way

You niggas ain't gettin' no bread you in a keto phase

Wisdom comin' out my mouth like some teethin' pain

My whip used to have the seat displays

Where S.M.A.C.K. DVD would play

Zopiclone baby I can't rest without the sleepin' aids

Bought this nigga jewels these shits is light

Let's get it reappraised

I bet you see the price and you gon' be amazed

And broski didn't do it

He like a piece of art judge he was framed

Some feed the J's to receive a wage

Coke got they nose bleedin'

Like the seats where you can't see the stage

High up in arenas where they see their faves

AKA me and Drizzy Drake we the wave

Uh yeah we the wave

Like Christian Combs with a brush in his hand once the grease is laid

Shit is 360 like the label deal you signed to get your people paid

Me I got tickets like a meter maid

And 21 my nigga like he celebrate a legal age

Next time I get in Rosalia face

I hope she tell her people that we need some space

Niggas think I won't get 'em hit but like an Indian marriage

It could be arranged

Diss me and you just may see us on your block

Like the street parade

At the top playin' keeper way with the crown

Our life's an open book come and read a page

Drake pulled a white ***** that's goin' both ways

She like the queen of spades

I'm startin' to think they percs is fake they w**d is laced

For thinkin' it's a game if it's a game

These streets would be the Bushido's blade

Razor to his face and he ain't need a shave

I stay out of beef see niggas' DNA get rearranged

I'm with Drizzy in Atlanta

So many hitters with that nigga they could be the Braves

Young angel goin' through his demon phase

Hard to blame 'em Lord knows this game could be depraved

Scary Hours undefeated y'all should be afraid

Yeah y'all should be afraid

Ooh ways if you wanna to keep that guy

You've got to change your evil ways if you wanna keep that

Oh baby be honest with yourself

There's some thing's in life and you know

Ooh ways if you wanna to keep that guy

You've got to change your evil ways if you wanna keep that