Exploring the intersection of aspiration and reality, this song delves into the artist's experiences growing up in Brooklyn. The '94 Bentley is a metaphor for transforming ordinary experiences into extraordinary ones through perspective, making his old Chevy feel like a luxury car. The lyrics illustrate struggles with substances used as coping mechanisms for pain and the pressure of expectations from his community. The recurring line "whole block, whole gang praying, I deliver" underscores this responsibility he feels. Despite hardships, the artist remains resilient, asserting that even if he falls or dies, it's nobody's fault but his own. This song is thus a reflection on resilience in the face of adversity and achieving success amidst struggle. #Resilience #Aspiration #Struggle #Success
94 Bentley
Lyrics
Ooh, hoo-ooh, hoo-ooh, ooh
(Brrt) burn it down, burn it down, speedin' down ready
Heaven don't let me down, comin' down heavy
Brooklyn nigga, ridin' 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 prayin', 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 prayin', I deliver
(Oh-oh)
Uncle Munsen in the corner playin' dominoes
He a genius, trappers never make the honor roll
Oh, but to me you're the one though
Screamin', "Rastafari, 'til I die", sellin' cocaine gumbo
I'm just good at playin' dumb
Young chameleon seen the Rover with the paper tags
Spendin' paper racin', tryna get his childhood back
It's cool
He's back on road
(Brrt) burn it down, burn it down, speedin' down ready
Heaven don't let me down, comin' down heavy
Brooklyn nigga, ridin' 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 prayin', 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 prayin', I deliver
No 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
Writer(s): Carlos St. John Phillips, Lee Stashenko
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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