Bentley Coupe - Cassper Nyovest

I’m not ashamed of my failures

But at the same time, I’m not ashamed of my success

Mama I made it!

Woo!

Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the greatest of them all?

I just bought two cribs and I’m about to buy more

All the glory to God, we pray that we never fall

Made it, became a boss my nigga, I caught the shots here

This is how it feel when you riding in a Bentley Coupe

I wrote this song in my Bentley Coupe

Yeah, this is how it feel when you riding in a Bentley Coupe

I wrote this song in my Bentley Coupe

Yeah, this is how it feel when you riding in a Bentley Coupe

I wrote this song in my Bentley Coupe

Yeah, this is how it feel when you riding in a Bentley Coupe

I wrote this song in my Bentley Coupe

Ah, yeah

Born and raised in Maftown but now you know that

The most common subject was all the things that we don’t have

And even though we promised each other we’d push and won’t slack

Sadly most mans is still relying on their old men

I was always visiting niggas, I’d never host them

'Cause I was too embarrassed, we ain’t have enough toast then

And bills were the only things we received from the postman

Pretty bitches gave me ugly looks when I’d approach them

We saw any result as a win

'Cause we started from bottom, poverty brought us together

'Cause we had it in common, we didn’t have to agree

We just had to survive, or get arrested or die

Man thank God I’m alive

Not just alive but alive with a purpose

Put a cross in a Bentley 'cause the devil tryna hurt us

Nothing comes easy my nigga we did the circuit

The ice that I wear makes the cold nights worth it

The Rolex is flooded with VVS

And the policy is going from a wannabe to the nigga they wanna be

I went from a hype man to a flexible flight plan

The yard is a hectare, the crib is cool but price man

Okay I’m lying the crib is mad too

But dawg I had to, get the fucking castle

Right after the black Coupe she came in a cat suit

That’s what the cash do, It minimizes hastle

This is how it feel when you riding in a Bentley Coupe

I wrote this song in my Bentley Coupe

Yeah, this is how it feel when you riding in a Bentley Coupe

I wrote this song in my Bentley Coupe

Yeah, this is how it feel when you riding in a Bentley Coupe

I wrote this song in my Bentley Coupe

Yeah, this is how it feel when you riding in a Bentley Coupe

I wrote this song in my Bentley Coupe

Yeah, I don’t talk much these days

Damn it I used to be a chatter box

And that makes you look like you are pretending to be the man you’re not

Nowadays I just let my catalog or Mandela talk

Bring the Dom Pérignon, that will set it off

Yeah, different with each women like menopause

But if she loyal I’ma let her ball, Bell and Ross

I will give you everything except love

And furthermore…

Just understand that I’ma be an ass when the pressure is on

And I get a little anxious when it takes long

Promise to never judge me when I ain’t strong

I see myself just as great as a K-God

So I can’t pretend to like the compilers that y’all paid off

Man I’m more likely to end up as the greatest

Than I am to fall in love with this fame shit

I used to be a saint kid

Told my fans that I would never say bitch

And now I’m getting money everyday bitch

Haha

I’ll admit that I changed a bit

But that’s what happens when they pretend that you ain’t legit

And your competition is just as privileged as Taylor Swift

Black and proud, don’t give a fuck if they hate the kid

A lot of things in this world I got two favorites

It’s either I’m talking about money or I’m making it

My parents were both poor, I didn’t know what to make of it

Until I got mass appeal and being poor made me rich

This is how it feel when you riding in a Bentley Coupe

I wrote this song in my Bentley Coupe

Yeah, this is how it feel when you riding in a Bentley Coupe

I wrote this song in my Bentley Coupe

Yeah, this is how it feel when you riding in a Bentley Coupe

I wrote this song in my Bentley Coupe

Yeah, this is how it feel when you riding in a Bentley Coupe

I wrote this song in my Bentley Coupe

Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the greatest of them all?

Well I just bought two cribs and I’m about to buy more

All the glory to God, we pray that we never fall

Made it, became a boss my nigga, I caught the shots here

Dear Lord forgive those who went against me, it’s just envy

I went from a Gusheshe to a Bentley

So excited about my new car that I can’t sleep

Soon as this morning I hit the tank til it’s empty

But dear Lord I pray that I stay humble

They hoping that I fall, I pray that I won’t fumble

I got kids to inspire, I’m the one that they look up to

I’m a hero, the Tarzan of this concrete jungle

The Tarzan of this concrete jungle

The Tarzan of this concrete jungle