Evil Ways (feat. J. Cole)

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
Volkswagen, 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 running through the six 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, ooh, I only need a raise
And a safe to stash these Frito Lays
Times was hard, I watched my mama robbing 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 SMACK 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' 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 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 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 to keep that guy
You've got to change your evil ways, if you wanna keep that