"Evil" Lyrics
Uhhhh, Uhhhhh
Cool
They gon' unfollow me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's Aha
Big step, walk
Show me what you working with
Way less talk, kill the scene, murder it
Lotta white chalk, it ain't my fault
They be throwing salt, I guess we threw 'em off
Why they mad
I don't know
Are we bad
I don't know
Can we dance
I don't know
Can we hold hands
I don't know
Is it the bag
I don't know
Can we laugh
I don't know
Take off the mask
I don't know
Forgive the past?
I don't know
Baldhead, cabbage
Long hair, Raditz
I don't care bout status
I'm with Free Barabbas
Way too fly, carry on baggage
Promise we the sickest
Promise we the baddest
If ya lookin' for perfect, you might as well keep on searching
They cancel the most deserving, who are they really serving
Gifts are created for stirring, not to be stagnate and burning
Images made for earning, who are they really serving
I want big smoke
Wolfing on the net but up in person, they got strep-throat
Hear they make a lot of threats but they don't ever step though
Yeah, I'm a believer bout my dollars feel like Creflo
They gon' say that Aha evil just because his neck glow
Running your mouth you should be running through a check bro
Yeah they curse me out behind my back but I'm still blessed though
Tell the chauffeur park and let me out right where the guests go
Go rehearse with Ruff and then we cool until the next show
May rock a hoodie with some slides we don't do dress codes
Yeah, we Free Barabbas but look like we signed with Death Row
All the love, they showin' fake but still wish them the best though
I know you don't like me but you still gon' show respect hoe
Watch them prove they really Christian then reject folk
Thought they'd show forgiveness but somethings that they can't let go
I don't do religion wipe 'em down and disinfect those
Jesus flipped the table that they want to go dissect on
Always talking 'bout some Pro-Life they be dead wrong
Make a post bout BLM and watch how fast they get gone
What if God went ghost on you when Karen got her meth on
Aha here to tell the truth, I'm not the one to rep on
Say I'm not humble because I get my flex on
Humbleness is in your heart quit looking at my skin tone
All they do is use His Word in vain and they inject on
But Aha don't fool with needles, all I want is
Big step, walk
Show me what you working with
Way less talk, kill the scene, murder it
Lotta white chalk, it ain't my fault
They be throwing salt, I guess we threw 'em off
Why they mad
I don't know
Are we bad
I don't know
Can we dance
I don't know
Can we hold hands
I don't know
Is it the bag
I don't know
Can we laugh
I don't know
Take off the mask
I don't know
Forgive the past?
I don't know
Came along to ride on this journey
But you can't afford another sacrifice
So you give your all to keep the fire burning
While you ignore what's always on your
Writer(s): William Fields