[Intro: Drake & The Family Circle] 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—)
[Verse: Drake & J. Cole] 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 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 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 rearrangedI'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
[Outro] 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—Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
