94 Bentley

(álbum: Ghetto Lenny's Love Songs - 2019)

Burn it down, burn it down, speeding down ready
Heaven don't let me down, coming down heavy
Brooklyn nigga, riding low in the Chevy
Make this '94 feel like a Bentley

Fucked up, turnt up, piped up, gripped up
Turnt up, tryna kill the pain with my sick cup
Fucked up, turnt up, piped up, gripped up
Whole block, whole gang praying, I deliver
Fucked up, turnt up, piped up, gripped up
Turnt up, tryna kill the pain in my sick cup
Fucked up, turnt up, piped up, gripped up
Whole block, whole gang praying, I deliver

Uncle Munsen in the corner playing dominoes
He a genius, trappers never make the honor roll
Oh, but to me you're the one though
Screaming Rastafari 'til I die, selling cocaine gumbo
I'm just good at playing dumb
Young chameleon seen the Rover with the paper tags
Spending paper racing, tryna get his childhood back
It's cool, he's back on road

Burn it down, burn it down, speeding down ready
Heaven don't let me down, coming down heavy
Brooklyn nigga, riding low in the Chevy
Make this '94 feel like a Bentley

Fucked up, turnt up, piped up, gripped up
Turnt up, tryna kill the pain with my sick cup
Fucked up, turnt up, piped up, gripped up
Whole block, whole gang praying, I deliver
Fucked up, turnt up, piped up, gripped up
Turnt up, tryna kill the pain in my sick cup
Fucked up, turnt up, piped up, gripped up
Whole block, whole gang praying, I deliver

Now they would never stop, even if I fall
If I ever die, it's nobody's fault
Just don't let me down, just don't break my heart
In my '94 Bentley, I'm a fucking star