Chuck Strangers - The Evening lyrics

[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 n***a dropping his own perspective Young, fat and reckless Meet me where the cheques is I'm tryna get my ba** like that a** out in Texas Maybe get a necklace Look how my sh** gleaming In a European All my n***as 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 n***as come up That's when your b**h get f**ed The evening, uh, the evening Yeah, uh Close my eyes and just vibe The inner walls of my mind Got you on inscribed Please, b**h 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 b**hes straight catch wreck if you got blow I say "what up" to Satan, n***a live right next door Drop a prayer in these bars, Jesus hear my flow And forget my trespa**es while we rolling Dutch Masters Never letting life pa** us We take it and strive If my bicth in your ride, then I hope that you slide Next time I juice up, I bet that b**h 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 n***as come up That's when your b**h get f**ed The evening, uh, the evening Yeah, uh Close my eyes and just vibe The inner walls of my mind Got you on inscribed Please, b**h 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 f**ed b**h 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 n***as 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 n***a, f** beer-pong It's the evening I don't care who your a** pretend to Straight k** a p**y like aspartame do The evening, uh, uh it's the evening