Cassper Nyovest – The Pressure Lyrics

The Pressure

Cassper Nyovest

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"The Pressure." - Cassper Nyovest

Friday, 23 October 2026, 09:49 am

Album: The Pressure - Single

Track No: 01

Uh, uh
It's like 5 A.M in the morning
I just left the club in Central London
Mayfair
I don't think my accountant is gonna like what I spent tonight
I deserve it though
I got way too much to say
Failing to bottle the rage
I really thought that I changed but now I'm back to my ways
Y'all **** ran out of luck
I smell the blood like a shark
I'm 'bout to fuck up the game
I'm still in love with the art
Money too long for the dwarves
Y'all ain't really for me (Y'all ain't really for me)
Look, I wasn't tryna relax
You know our father just died
Now you wan' act like my dad
****, just fuckin' relax
Your head too big for the cap (Yeah)
Y'all 'bout to get under pressure (Yeah)
Y'all 'bout to get under pressure
Lalela, my ****, lalela (Uh, uh)
Lalela, my ****, lalela (Uh, shit)
I got too much on my mind
My son is sickly as well
I think I'm going through hell
I need that **** alive (I need that **** alive, shit)
The game ain't built for the weak
Since Nadia left I feel exposed and alone '
Cause y'all **** ain't ridin' for me
**** nobody fightin' for me
But, I'm so used to it now
Y'all wanna tell me that everybody was pretendin'
I mean y'all **** used to be proud (Y'all **** used to be proud)
****, y'all can't humble my act
Provoke me and hope that I stay quiet '
Cause y'all know I can't fumble the bag
Talkin' 'bout how I sample the track
And how I managed to double my cash
Let 'em know that the double is back
I've had enough of you mumblin' raps
**** is caught in the web
I gets by, so fethefetsa
A new pair of 990s just to put my whole foot in your ass
The door is closed, we kick it to Phalame
We snuck to the back, the system was unaware
You could've went far if you listened hanomeme
Don't want your compliments if they disses to someone else
What's the life? What's the hype?
Yo, what a time, ey what a life
I should be really, really chuffed to be me right now
'Cause I became a legend before I died
And I know y'all feelin' the pressure
I know y'all feelin' the pressure, ey)
Mamela, my ****, mamela
Mamela, my ****, mamela
I just fucked a model bitch two minutes ago
And she don't speak English at all
She love the fact that I ball
She felt my dick in her soul
I thought a **** was old
But I still got the energy
I know that I got too many enemies
But if I black out I could blame that on my melanin
Graveyard life, yeah, I got too many skeletons
But I can't tell it all 'cause I know I would shock my therapist
Hella rich, bitches all about the Benjamins
The doobies, only old **** with a new wave
I can multiply myself, you'd think that I was Kool-Aid
The drip, road to fame done gave a **** some new legs
Thuthi
Instead of hatin'
All my enemies fell off or ebasule, ebhule
And I make sure never kiluze
You could take a trip to my town, o bo tse lude
I know y'all feelin' the pressure (Mm)
Lalela, my ****, lalela (Yeah)
Khuzeka, my ****, khuzeka (Yeah)
Khuzeka, my ****, khuzeka
Y'all don't want this innit?
Some light innit?

Writer(s): Refiloe Phoolo.

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