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J. Cole – ​​applying Pressure Lyrics


Yeah (Yeah)

Yeah, nigga (One two, one two, one)

The Off-Season (One two, one two, one two, one)

The Off-Season, nigga

We offing niggas (Ayy, that’s right)

Fuck you talkin’ ’bout? (That’s right, ayy)

Offing niggas (Yeah, hey, yeah)

(Vocal up a little more, hey)


Uh, applying pressure

Started my grind where crime festers

And now it’s showing like they in they second trimesters (Pregnant)

That’s why when niggas throw a shot or two online, I pay no mind to their benign gestures (Mm)

Nigga, plеase, I got my mind on much bigger things, to say the lеast

My latest beat just sound like they was released by David East (What up, East?)

Verses hit hard, never pitched hard or played the streets

These niggas’ whips hard, behind closed doors, can’t pay the lease (Uh)

Ain’t nothin’ wrong with livin’ check to check ’cause most have to (I understand that)

Instead of cappin’, why don’t you talk about being a broke rapper? (I don’t understand that)

That’s a perspective I respect because it’s real

What it’s like to be nice as fuck but got to stress to pay the bills

That was me in ’08, seein’ no cake

Not even on dates I celebrated my birth

Just did the mental math and calculated my worth

Shit crazy, didn’t know I got more M’s than a real Slim Shady video (How many of us in here?)

Big Boss, less Rick Ross, more like a wavy Hideo

Kojima, they tote steamers around the way we tippy-toe

‘Round crack vials and cold-blooded killers, no reptiles

Just projectiles, from niggas salty you rockin’ the fresher textiles

I seen best pals grow up and switch (I hate to see it)

Sometimes over a couple dollars, more often over a bitch (Ah, I hate to see it)

I can cap and say that I never scratched my jealousy’s itch

But thank God I conquered that ’cause if not I’d never be rich

Envy, keep your pockets empty, so just focus on you

If you broke and clownin’ a millionaire, the joke is on you

Money ain’t everything, I never say that (Never)

But niggas throw stones knowin’ they sell soul to get wherever they at (Come on, man)

Just know these verses is some shit they gon’ forever playback, nigga (Come on, nigga)


Hell yeah (Ooh)

Fuck, you know what it is, nigga

Don’t even dare

Niggas try to act like they don’t—, bitch

That’s why I gotta flex sometimes

‘Cause niggas just try to act like you just not that motherfuckin’ nigga, like

Like you just really don’t do it how you do it

Like niggas will really try to act like you don’t do what you do

Nigga look you dead in your face

And really act like you don’t do it to the level that you do it

That’s why sometimes you gotta come through and just do it at the level that you do it in front of every nigga face

So they know the difference between you, the real niggas, and the mothafuckin’ fraudulent niggas, man

Don’t never get it fucked up

If a nigga can’t do it like you do it sometimes you gotta do it in front of his fuckin’ face so he’ll know forever

Damn, that nigga did it how I always wanted to do it and I’ll never be able to do it like that

Bitch it’s a difference (Ah)

(These are the same ones telling our people what we are and we aren’t because we’re just not working hard enough

And that mentality is what we’re up against today

But this is good to know because this time, when we march on the Capitol

You can go ahead and let ’em know long before we get there, we’re coming to get that check)

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