PnB Rock hails from Pastorius and Baynton Streets in the Germantown section of Philadelphia — that’s where he found the “P” and “B” in his name. That’s also where he found himself in a bit of trouble.
When Rock was 13 years old, he got sent away to a youth detention program for fighting in school and committing robberies. When Rock turned 19, he was sent to prison; it was there where he learned to blend calming melodies with hard street stories.“There were people up there singing in the yard. They were doing the same thing that I was doing, but they were serious with it,” he remembers. “There would be crowds around them and that was our entertainment, everybody loved it.” PnB wrote his entire first mixtape RNB (Real Nigga Bangaz), while he was locked up and eventually released in 2014. “My first mixtape was highly anticipated in my city and I drove around selling them hand-to-hand,” he says, remarking that he barely made any money off the sales after he factored in the cost of gas. “It was all love because people got to take pictures and meet me face-to-face.”
The bubbling singer/songwriter explored his musical side; a side which was fueled by his mother’s massive CD collection which included albums from the Temptations as well as 2Pac, The Notorious B.I.G. and Jay Z. “My whole life I was surrounded by music. I didn’t really like anything else,” he says. “I didn’t watch cartoons, I didn’t play sports, I just liked music, money and girls.”
When RNB2 dropped in February 2015, Rock’s loyal following had propelled him way past his native Philly blocks. It was enough to earn the attention of a number of major labels, including Atlantic Records, where PnB Rock signed earlier this year.
If RNB and RNB2 laid the foundation, PnB’s newly released RNB3 will set the stage for a long career. Led by tracks like “Fleek” — a song which Rock wrote during his last day in prison and now has over 2.4 million plays on SoundCloud — RNB3 will be PnB Rock’s biggest yet.
On the Sonny Digital-produced “Alone,” he opens up about his shortcomings as a man, admitting that he hasn’t been the most faithful. “Maybe I could turn down 10, but I can’t turn down 20,” he sings about the amount of advances he gets on social media.
Then there are his more laid back tracks like “Feelin Like Diddy” and “No Time,” better known as the ultimate hustler’s anthem. “I’m just telling a female that I could give you whatever you want, but I’m not trying to be tied down,” he says. “I could entertain you and fuck with you, but don’t expect me to be committed to nobody. I’m committed to the grind.”
You see, when it comes to PnB Rock, it’s best to leave the flowers and candy behind. You won’t be needing them. “I got a new sound for sure,” he says. “I could touch different topics that these other artists can’t touch, because I’m in the streets.”
On September 12, 2022 PnB Rock died in a shooting at Roscoe's Chicken & Waffles in Los Angeles after his girlfriend posted their location on an Instagram story.
Coupe
PnB Rock Lyrics
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Ayy
Ayy
Oh yeah
Yeah
Trap, trap, trap, trap
Trapped out in a coupe
Louis on, Jimmy Choo's
Yeah I'm faded, yeah she faded
Riding 'round through the city
All these hundreds and fifties
We ain't counting no twenties
Trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap going crazy, I've been balling lately
I've been riding 'round in a coupe
I've been riding 'round in a coupe
(I've been riding 'round in a coupe)
Oh shit, here come the damn cops
Fuck it though, I got a stash box
Trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap going crazy like the first and the third
I was jugging and finessing
I used to stand on the curb
Now I'm the plug
I got drugs, yeah I be flippin' all them birds
Yeah, if the cops snatch me up I swear I won't say no words
'Cause I came from the slums, everyday selling them drugs
Be posted up with my thugs
Yeah, we got 30's on 30's and Uzi's
Yeah, I got your bitch being bougie eating sushi
Out in L.A., got her wet in a Jacuzzi
She got a fat ass, bad ass like Boosie
We be rolling up in the cut making movies
Trapped out in a coupe
Riding 'round witcha boo
Louis on, Jimmy Choo's
Yeah I'm faded, yeah she faded
Riding 'round through the city
All these hundreds and fifties
We ain't counting no twenties
Trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap going crazy, I've been balling lately
I've been riding 'round in a coupe
I've been riding 'round in a coupe
(I've been riding 'round in a coupe)
Oh shit, here come the damn cops
Fuck it though, I got a stash box
Trap, trap, trap, trap
The lyrics of PNB Rock's song "Coupe" revolve around a life of luxury and the dangers that come along with it. The artist talks about riding around in a luxurious coupe with his partner, both of them under the influence of drugs. They are not apprehensive about flaunting their wealth as they don brands like Louis Vuitton and Jimmy Choo. Though surrounded by fanciness, they are still engaged in trapping or selling drugs, as suggested by the refrain, "Trap, trap, trap, trap". The lyrics also hint at the probability of getting caught by the police, but the artist refuses to be intimidated, and instead, he carries a stash box with him as a precaution.
The chorus of "Trap, trap, trap" is a nod to the ATL trap scene, a sub-genre of Southern rap that originated in the early '90s. It was initially a derogatory term but later became synonymous with the music that often tackled themes of drug trafficking, poverty, and police brutality. "Trap music" has since gone global and has been a prominent force in popular music. PNB Rock's "Coupe" captures this vibe and represents the struggles and the allure of the trap lifestyle.
Line by Line Meaning
Trapped out in a coupe
I'm driving in a luxury car that is modified for dealing drugs and participating in illegal activities
Riding 'round witcha boo
I'm with my significant other and we're driving aimlessly around town
Louis on, Jimmy Choo's
I'm wearing expensive designer clothing and shoes to show off my wealth and success
Yeah I'm faded, yeah she faded
Both of us are under the influence of drugs or alcohol and feeling the effects
Riding 'round through the city
We're cruising around different parts of the city in the coupe
All these hundreds and fifties
I'm carrying large amounts of cash in bills of $100 and $50 denominations
We ain't counting no twenties
I'm not concerned with smaller amounts of money and only dealing with larger sums
Trap going crazy, I've been balling lately
My drug dealing operation is thriving and I'm making a lot of money
I've been riding 'round in a coupe
I spend a lot of time in the car due to the nature of my illegal activities
Oh shit, here come the damn cops
I'm getting nervous because law enforcement is nearby and could bust me for my crimes
Fuck it though, I got a stash box
I have a safe space in the car where I can hide my drugs and money until the cops leave
Trap going crazy like the first and the third
My drug dealing operation is generating a lot of money, as if it were the first and third of the month (payday)
I was jugging and finessing
I was hustling and using my street smarts to make a profit
I used to stand on the curb
I used to sell drugs on the street corner
Now I'm the plug
I'm now the main source of drugs for other dealers and consumers
I got drugs, yeah I be flippin' all them birds
I have drugs for sale and I'm quickly turning over my inventory for a profit
Yeah, if the cops snatch me up I swear I won't say no words
I won't cooperate with the authorities if I get caught and will stay silent to protect myself and my operation
'Cause I came from the slums, everyday selling them drugs
I grew up in poverty and started selling drugs to make money and survive
Be posted up with my thugs
I'm hanging out with my fellow drug dealers and criminals
Yeah, we got 30's on 30's and Uzi's
We're carrying powerful handguns and automatic weapons for protection and to intimidate rivals
Yeah, I got your bitch being bougie eating sushi
I've got control and influence over someone's girlfriend or partner, who is now acting pretentiously and eating sushi
Out in L.A., got her wet in a Jacuzzi
I'm in Los Angeles and my partner and I are enjoying a luxurious lifestyle, including using a hot tub
She got a fat ass, bad ass like Boosie
My partner has a large and attractive buttocks like rapper Boosie Badazz
We be rolling up in the cut making movies
We are cruising around town in a low-profile car, living like we're in a movie or music video
Trap, trap, trap, trap
I'm constantly hustling and making money through illicit means
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Brandon Kenneth Bell, Rakim Hasheem Allen
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@baranilme2447
Rip PNB Rock 🙏
I first heard him about 5 years ago.
I had just turned 18 and was out with the homies.
Life was easy back then.
@QBryant14
missed those day's everything is just garbage know pnb rock will be missed😪 i used to jam to his music🔥🔥🔥
@42killac
Rest In Power PnB your legacy will never be forgotten and whoever took your life get karma frfr Fly High bro look after your daughters 🕊🕊
@a1yssaa
🙏🏼💔😭
@michaelcramer6233
PNB so under-rated, perfect vocals, hooks ad lyrics this album was slept on
@mcdiyqjr5163
michael cramer Hey pls come check out my music I'm a 12 year old rapper
@mynamekree
💑💑🔥🔥🔥🔥💥💥
@daniellarocks8447
michael cramer IKRRRRRR 🙄❤️💍
@FNCFace
michael cramer big facts we got a song together
@kunaldey8771
Love pnb