Apply Pressure - Cassidy

Yeahhhhh

This Cassidy the hustler

And I’m back

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

Mark my word:

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

Why wouldn’t I be?

I used to cop pies

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

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