The Evening

[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