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Evil
13
R&B/Soul
Evil è stato pubblicato il 16 dicembre 2019 da Army of Kingz come parte dell'album Still a God
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Data di uscita16 dicembre 2019
EtichettaArmy of Kingz
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM62

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sherman David Marshall
Sherman David Marshall
Songwriter
Jerome Maurice Sye
Jerome Maurice Sye
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Carlos King
Carlos King
Mastering Engineer

Testi

When we was younger
We use to take karate but I stopped
What's the point
Where we from
Knowing that could get you shot
Put the gloves on with my cousins
I learned how to box
Got jumped
Went and got a bag
Came back with a glock
Psycho in the head
I ain't know the spiral would descend
Spinning like tornado wind
I'm fading out and fading in
In In
Twist up and turn up the speakers
That bass make you nod like you leaning
And it's around we got that if you need it
Damage a clown think he It for no reason
Standing on how I feel what I believe in
Heaven sent why I'm still fighting these demons
Militant minded I pop out strategic
Independent with iconic achievements
In a minute I could whip up the work
Get ya fix pay me what I deserve
Get it twisted you gon probably get hurt
I say probably cause you might end up murked
Kamikaze if you trying my team
For the paper get folded up origami
But you don't want no smoke when we roll up promptly
And take this shit outside like a port o potty
Catch my drift or make me catch a body
Shawty calm me all the way down wit the sloppy toppy
Riding around for the profit no uber just moving shit
Pray they don't get behind
I ain't no stranger to pressure Ali
When my back to the ropes ima jaw somebody
Authentic in a world of carbon copies
Foot on the gas who gon stop me
Still a god
A clean fire mix
Is my psychiatrist
Cause my mind like to drift
Close ya eyes take a trip
Shawty vibe with the kid
We alive and we lit
We are taught to survive
East side made us this
We ride like the wind
Well respected
And connected
Tied like detergent
Move clean no half stepping
Whoa whoa
Move clean no half stepping
Whoa whoa
Move clean no half stepping
If you could read my mind
You gon either think I'm psycho or genius
Tryna buy up what's needed
Through the conniving and scheming
I be rolling and steaming
Thinking bout life what's the reason
All my homies throw it up like they some type of bulimic
I'm ignited they heated
Just don't try me I'm squeezing
Got no time for no beefing
Look just don't give me a reason
If or when we on defense
All my hittas is reaching
It get foul real quick
They gon bring referees in
If I ain't where it's going down at
I'm probably close
Know they say time is money
But I need both
Destined for greatness I'm sure
Broke rules still evaded the law
Low moves I was making um all
Showed fools but they hated of course
I prayed I wasn't evil
Asked Momma what was wrong with me
I wasn't beat for people even when they got along with me
Omnivert had to carve my circle
Survived the war and got a heart that's purple
A clean fire mix
Is my psychiatrist
Cause my mind like to drift
Close ya eyes take a trip
Shawty vibe with the kid
We alive and we lit
We are taught to survive
East side made us this
Written by: Jerome Maurice Sye, Sherman David Marshall
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