Evil, why you keep knocking on my door? (My door, door, door, door) Lord knows I don’t want you no more (No more) no more (no more) no more! I keep on trying do right But you know just what I like!
This shit is wicked in these mean streets I used to be a Grammy nigga, it was me and Millie We used to hustle 24/7, money for my brother , More paper in a daily now I see in a week. And when Millie got knocked for his third crime They sent him upstate, nigga still serving time That’s when I promised to myself I’ll leave that life alone Around the same time I discovered microphones and beat machines This way I ain’t tryin’ keep the clean, but I remember what it feels like To my stomach so bad, you’re even still right Tried to get a deal but they had the door to the game sealed tight Temptation is a beast, I tried to be patient but that patience is deceased Can you blame me? Now I’m in the game G, and I ought to be lapsed But now the homies calling me back and I be tryin’ tell ‘em
Evil, why you keep knocking on my door? (My door, door, door, door) Lord knows I don’t want you no more (No more) no more (no more) no more! I keep on trying do right But you know just what I like!
Oh tell me evil, if you keep on knocking I’ll lose my mind Guess I let you win but it’s the last time (Last time) last time (last time) last time! I keep on trying do right, but you know just what I like! The music in the street Is cutthroat except For the real hits I give him the utmost respect For giving these quay in a shot I try to live right but you know a leopard never changes its spots The reality is I’mma forever have the enemies necessary mentality kid It’s the way that I miss, it’s embedded in my mind Sometimes I think about the life I left behind, or did I?(Evil) Shit I never tell, but if I don’t cut these corners Man, you know I’ll never sell And I ain’t even tryin’ sell shit, I’m just tryin’ prevail But as hell tryin’ sustain relevance, I just can’t tell if it’s gonna be worth it to me in the end Then I think of my friend, Millie, he in the pin They let the wrong nigga in the industry, for real Scheming my way to the top but I be tryin’ tell evil to chill
Evil, why you keep knocking on my door? (My door, door, door, door) Lord knows I don’t want you no more (No more) no more (no more) no more! I keep on trying do right But you know just what I like! Oh tell me evil, if you keep on knocking I’ll lose my mind Guess I let you win but it’s the last time (Last time) last time (last time) last time! I keep on trying do right, but you know just what I like!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
