Lyrics Apply Pressure - Cassidy
Yeahhhhh
This
Cassidy
the
hustler
I'm
back
on
my
bullshit
I
just
was
online
readin'
some
of
the
comments
niggas
was
making
Cause
I
put
out
a
couple
mixtapes
and
I
put
out
this
freestyle
with
Cory
Gunz
a
couple
days
ago
And
I
think
niggas
got
me
fucked
up
A
couple
niggas
said
they
wasn't
feeling
my
last
couple
of
joints
But
you
know
I
was
going
through
a
lot
of
trials
and
tribulations
I
had
to
get
my
head
right
I
had
to
get
out
a
couple
of
contracts,
get
my
business
right,
and
get
situated
Plus
I
was
recovering
from
the
accident,
you
know
I
suffered
brain
damage
and
amnesia
So
I
had
to
get
myself
situated
But
I'm
back
and
I'm
better
than
ever
Another
nigga
typed
in
the
comment
and
said
that
I
can't
make
a
hit
record
Like
he
wasn't
in
the
club
Chi-town
steppin'
thowin'
his
6 in
the
air
to
Hotel
Like
he
wasn't
tellin'
his
girl
it
dont
get
no
better
Like
he
wasn't
in
his
hood
talkin'
about
"im
a
hustla."
That
nigga
know
he
had
his
drink
and
his
two
step,
but
he
try
to
front
on
me
But
I
don't
even
give
a
fuck
about
making
a
hit
I'm
not
doing
no
dance
record
I'm
not
trying
to
throw
a
t-pain
effect
on
my
voice
to
make
a
hit
I'm
just
giving
the
streets
what
they
need
I
partnered
up
with
Carmello,
Kross
Over
Entertainment
So
im
doing
it
on
my
own
I
don't
got
no
A&R
or
no
CEO
picking
my
records
Picking
my
albums
and
narrowin'
down
shit
I
can
do
that
on
my
own
So
I
can
give
the
streets
what
they
really
wanna
hear
from
the
hustler
So
im
about
to
jump
in
my
bag
and
fuck
niggas
up
Im
about
to
put
pressure
on
you
niggas
My
cologne
is
the
scent
of
haze
I
drink
silver
Patron
Mixed
with
the
pink
lemonade
minute
maid
Hennessy
with
the
iced
tea
Snapple
Goose
and
pineapple,
I'm
high
as
a
pterodactyl
You
dead
like
a
dinosaur
when
its
time
for
war
What
you
think
I
got
the
iron
for?
you
diein'
whore
And
you
ain't
never
popper
iron,
stop
lyin'
boy
You
not
a
thug
and
you
not
a
drug
connoisseur
You
not
a
hustler,
you
ain't
never
grind
before
What
you
lyin'
for?
you
never
even
sold
a
dime
before
I
was
eating
off
the
trees
like
an
omnivore
Yeah
I
had
herb
I
had
birds
and
they
were
flyin'
boy
You
a
pussy
cat,
I'm
a
lion
whore
But
I
don't
roar
like
a
lion,
thats
what
the
irons
for
I
been
a
threat
but
the
world
ain't
convinced
yet
I
guess
its
cause
I
ain't
makin'
enough
dollars
and
cents
yet
Thats
cause
J-records
couldn't
make
it
make
sense
yet
I
Coulda
been
the
best
if
they
were
ready
to
invest
I'm
with
Carmello
now
you
should
be
impressed
Cause
he
got
plenty
of
dough
and
he
showing
interest
He
a
baller
he
getting
them
grown
men
checks
So
you
gotta
love
it,
'Melo
gave
me
a
budget
For
'Melo
I
clap
my
gat
right
out
in
public
And
watch
you
die
right
outside
just
like
fuck
it
I
just
started
to
punish
it
with
a
denver
nugget
He
told
me
whatever
I
need
he
got
it
covered
I
could
discuss
it,
it
don't
hurt
to
explain
You
know
he
working
with
change,
he
drop
30
a
game
man
I'm
independent
how
I'm
supposed
to
be
I'm
with
a
baller
not
another
rapper
trying
to
shine
over
me
And
no
ain't
no
CEO
controlling
me
I
control
my
own
shit
Thats
why
I'm
on
my
own
dick
Shout
out
to
my
boy
swiss
He
out
there
trying
to
get
that
Oprah
Im
still
reppin'
full
surface
to
the
death
And
supply
whoever
got
high
To
get
the
chicken,
I
cooked
birds
like
popeyes
I'm
a
ghetto
superstar,
but
im
not
Pras
The
drop
I
drive
is
the
color
of
hotfries
It
seem
like
hiphop
died
when
pac
died
Hiphop
died
cause
everybody
that
hot
died
But
not
I,
naw
I
did
not
die
I'm
in
gangstas
top
5,
alive
or
not
alive
I
had
a
lot
of
street
dreams,
but
im
not
Nas
I
still
chill
in
the
cut
like
peroxide
My
ice
shines
so
bright,
I
cannot
hide
If
you
stare
at
rocks
I
wear
you
be
cockeyed
But
I
never
got
robbed,
cause
I
pull
them
thangs
out
And
blow
niggas
brains
out
like
carbon
dioxide
Them
cats
actin
like
gangstas,
do
not
ride
They
scared,
but
I
dont
fear
nothing
if
its
not
god
I
got
squad
like
AR,
my
man
pretty
No
security
guards,
I
got
my
fam
with
me
And
I
keep
a
gat
the
size
of
my
lil
man
with
me
Stop
playin
with
me,
I
be
popping
a
gun
Thats
about
the
size
of
my
biological
son
And
everbody
is
the
same
biologically
son
But
everybodys
ain't
the
same
psychologically
son
If
you
know
you
not
a
thug,
don't
try
to
be
one
Its
cool
if
you
not
a
goon,
you
ain't
gotta
be
one
But
if
you
think
you
hot
as
me,
then
you
gotta
be
dumb
Cause
im
hotter
than
whoever,
and
you
ain't
got
it
together
I'm
going
down
in
history,
I
got
it
forever
I'm
raw
as
Eddy
Murphy
when
he
was
rockin'
the
leathers
You
not
never
gonna
be
better
than
me
And
we
can
get
it
in
whenever,
its
whatever
to
me
1 Intro
2 Where Cass At
3 Misunderstood
4 Apply Pressure
5 Straight Out of Southside
6 Tos
7 Never Lie
8 Come On B
9 Freestyle
10 Realness
11 They Shook
12 All In the Hood
13 I Get Bread
14 Interlude
15 Bullet, Bullet
16 The Tool
17 Hood Nigga
18 Snitching
19 The Hoodlife
20 The Hustler Home
21 Paper Touching
22 Big Splender
23 My Amusement
24 Fly High
25 Come Around
26 Get More Money
27 Outro
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