[intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
It's the evening
When you see him
Shine's bright, I want a be him
But I wasn't raised to give praise
Just a admire from distance and do it my own way
Get paid that's the main objective
If the hoes 'gon bounce, well that's really subjective
Think if they elected
A young black nigga dropping his own perspective
Young, fat and reckless
Meet me where the cheques is
I'm tryna get my bass like that ass out in Texas
Maybe get a necklace
Look how my shit gleaming
In a European
All my niggas shine for the evening
[Hook]
That's when the blunts get rolled
That's when the cops patrol
That's when them hood rats stroll
That's when my niggas come up
That's when your bitch get fucked
The evening, uh, the evening
Yeah, uh
Close my eyes and just vibe
The inner walls of my mind
Got you on inscribed
Please, bitch can we ride?
This evening, uh, yeah, this evening
[Verse 2]
I'm just a [?] street wanderer with nowhere to go
I ain't straight in a session if I ain't got 'dro
Bitches straight catch wreck if you got blow
I say "what up" to Satan, nigga live right next door
Drop a prayer in these bars, Jesus hear my flow
And forget my trespasses while we rolling Dutch Masters
Never letting life pass us
We take it and strive
If my bitch in your ride, then I hope that you slide
Next time I juice up, I bet that bitch pivot
You dig it, who am I kidding
We all young and just sinning
[Hook]
But it, it's the evening
Uh, yeah the evening
That's when the blunts get rolled
That's when the cops patrol
That's when them hood rats stroll
That's when my niggas come up
That's when your bitch get fucked
The evening, uh, the evening
Yeah, uh
Close my eyes and just vibe
The inner walls of my mind
Got you on inscribed
Please, bitch can we ride?
This evening, uh, yeah, this evening
[Verse 3]
It's the evening, hoes strut
Pull out your money, pull out your cut
Got my Bape zipped up, 'cause my lineup fucked
Bitch I lok like Action Bronson chilling in a beamer truck
The sun is tucked, this the evening
Don't take Church-Ave 'cause the jake be scheming
Best to take the back streets, especially if you steaming
All love to Brooklyn, shouts' the whole team and
Pro Era represent' we staying fly for the evening
When we cruising through them little niggas be fiending
Chay he play beats and talk life but they feel it
Used to drop rhymes with not one bar
And now I rap for bread with not one carb
And all my old friends is now new stars
And now we play pool nigga, fuck beer-pong
It's the evening
I don't care who your ass pretend to
Straight kill a pussy like aspartame do
The evening, uh, uh it's the evening
