Evil lyrics

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

Chorus:

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

Chorus:

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!

[Outro:]

2012, D swaying in the

Bruno Mars in the

Yeah, that’s right!