Evil Gifts by McGrady Lyrics
[Verse 1]
All of ya’ll fake, all you do is pretend
I’m not tryna make amends, I’m just tryna make M’s
I’m not tryna go through all of the same shit again
Put that shit in stone, got my face in cement
I don’t work for free so how much you tryna spend
I work in my sleep, I’ma work until the ends
Those who bend over backwards so bent on revenge
Better say how you feel, better hit send
All of ya’ll are sheep, you just follow all the trends
You got the ingredients but you don’t got the blend
You too needy, go and call yourself a friend
All you do is leech off the time that I’ve spent
Time ain’t free so why the hell would I let
You waste mine cause you can’t get
Your life right so you try at my expense
Don’t let my success get all up in your head
[Verse 2]
You ask me to DJ for your wedding
When I said no, you don’t invite me to the wedding
That’s the shit that’s giving me a headache
First name Tom cause you out here acting petty
So uptight like you’re wearing leggings
And you got no balls just to fucking tell me
Telling someone you’ll let them know
Is contextual of saying “you can let it go, forget it”
These are evil gifts, these are false presents
When old friends come back tryna get it
Tryna put you on just to do you wrong
Cause they want some too, better second guess it
Tryna jump on the bandwagon
Can’t stomach this shit, need a antacid
Can’t stomach this shit, it can’t happen
You were my dog, now I’m on and your tail wagging
I’ve been cooking hard
By twenty one I had a car that was push to start
Every song like a Michael Jordan rookie card
Always do it one hundred, I am fully charged
I came from the woods like a Sasquatch
And shit been getting dark since I last dropped
Skeletons in my closet are my mascots
It’s a story of the have’s and the have nots
And you have not been here for me
When I got locked up, you stayed clear of me
I’m a tell you the truth and its real ugly
Ain’t no buddy buddy, this is real bloody
I’ma get it all so you have nothing
You left me out to dry now a storm coming
Yeah a storm coming
On God
All of ya’ll fake, all you do is pretend
I’m not tryna make amends, I’m just tryna make M’s
I’m not tryna go through all of the same shit again
Put that shit in stone, got my face in cement
I don’t work for free so how much you tryna spend
I work in my sleep, I’ma work until the ends
Those who bend over backwards so bent on revenge
Better say how you feel, better hit send
All of ya’ll are sheep, you just follow all the trends
You got the ingredients but you don’t got the blend
You too needy, go and call yourself a friend
All you do is leech off the time that I’ve spent
Time ain’t free so why the hell would I let
You waste mine cause you can’t get
Your life right so you try at my expense
Don’t let my success get all up in your head
[Verse 2]
You ask me to DJ for your wedding
When I said no, you don’t invite me to the wedding
That’s the shit that’s giving me a headache
First name Tom cause you out here acting petty
So uptight like you’re wearing leggings
And you got no balls just to fucking tell me
Telling someone you’ll let them know
Is contextual of saying “you can let it go, forget it”
These are evil gifts, these are false presents
When old friends come back tryna get it
Tryna put you on just to do you wrong
Cause they want some too, better second guess it
Tryna jump on the bandwagon
Can’t stomach this shit, need a antacid
Can’t stomach this shit, it can’t happen
You were my dog, now I’m on and your tail wagging
I’ve been cooking hard
By twenty one I had a car that was push to start
Every song like a Michael Jordan rookie card
Always do it one hundred, I am fully charged
I came from the woods like a Sasquatch
And shit been getting dark since I last dropped
Skeletons in my closet are my mascots
It’s a story of the have’s and the have nots
And you have not been here for me
When I got locked up, you stayed clear of me
I’m a tell you the truth and its real ugly
Ain’t no buddy buddy, this is real bloody
I’ma get it all so you have nothing
You left me out to dry now a storm coming
Yeah a storm coming
On God