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Drake – Evil Ways Lyrics

    [Intro: Drake & The Family Circle]
    Yeah (Oh, baby, be honest with yourself)
    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—)

    [Verse: Drake & J. Cole]
    Yeah, I got some evil ways
    Even through the glasses, you could see the gaze
    To find your way up to the top, this shit gon’ be a maze
    Volkswagen shit the way I’m runnin’ Beatles plays
    Yeah, and we linkin’ like we freed the slaves
    I conquered hell, I walkеd the ‘Ville and set my feet ablazе
    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’ Paul 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 celebratin’ legal age
    Next time I get in ROSALÍA 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 just may see us on your block like the street parade
    At the top playin’ keep-away with the crown
    Our life’s an open book, come and read a page
    Drake pulled a white bitch that’s goin’ both ways, she like the queen of spades
    I’m startin’ to think they Percs is fake, they weed is laced
    For thinkin’ it’s a game, if it’s a game, these streets would be Bushido’s Blade
    Razor to his face and he ain’t need a shave
    I stay out of beef, seen 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 can be depraved
    Scary Hours undefeated, y’all should be afraid
    Yeah, y’all should be afraid

    [Outro: The Family Circle]
    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 things in life and you know
    Ooh, ways, if you wanna keep that guy
    You’ve got to change your evil ways, if you wanna keep that—

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