Drake Drops “Evil Ways” With J. Cole from “For All The Dogs” (Scary Hours Edition)

From the project, “For All The Dogs” (Scary Hours Edition), Drake releases the “Evil Ways” track featuring J. Cole. The piece of music was produced by Vinylz, Boi-1da, FNZ & Fierce (Producer).

Drake has surprised fans with the release of a 6-track EP titled “Scary Hours 3,” which is essentially a deluxe edition of “For All The Dogs.” The project is notable for its focus on bars, showcasing Drake’s rap prowess.

Drake For All The Dogs (scary Hours Edition)

One of the standout tracks from “Scary Hours 3” is “Evil Ways,” which features a collaboration with J. Cole. The song is produced by a team of accomplished producers, including Vinylz, Boi-1da, FNZ, and Fierce.

“Evil Ways” continues the tradition of Drake and J. Cole delivering impactful collaborations. The absence of hooks allows both artists to showcase their lyrical abilities, creating a dynamic and engaging track. The song is part of a project that aims to address fan expectations for more rap-focused content from Drake.

The collaborative effort between Drake and J. Cole has been well-received by fans, sparking discussions about the potential for a joint album in the future. The chemistry between the two artists and their ability to seamlessly trade bars make “Evil Ways” a noteworthy addition to the Scary Hours series.

Drake – Evil Ways (ft. J. Cole) (prod. Vinylz, Boi-1da, FNZ & Fierce (Producer))

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6 October 2023
1 Song, 3 minutes
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Lyrics

[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 could see the gaze
To find your way up to the top, this shit gon’ be a maze
Volkswagen 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’ Paul 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 celebratin’ legal age
Next time I get in ROSALÍA face
I hope she tell her people that we need some space
Niggas think I won’t get ’em hit, but like an Indian marriage, it could be arranged
Diss me and just may see us on your block like the street parade
At the top playin’ keep-away 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 Bushido’s Blade
Razor to his face and he ain’t need a shave
I stay out of beef, seen niggas’ DNA get rearranged
I’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 can be depraved
Scary Hours undefeated, y’all should be afraid
Yeah, y’all should be afraid

[Outro: The Family Circle]
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 things in life and you know
Ooh, ways, if you wanna keep that guy
You’ve got to change your evil ways, if you wanna keep that—