(1) American rap producer… Read Full Bio ↴There are several artists using this name:
(1) American rap producer DJ Mustard (born as Dijon Isaiah McFarlane on June 5, 1990 in Los Angeles, California). Mustard is well-known for his producer tag "Mustard on the beat, ho", said by YG. He has produced hit singles for artists such as Tyga, YG, Kendrick Lamar, Rihanna, Fergie, Big Sean, Tinashe, Jeremih, and Lil Dicky.
(2) MUSTARD is a drummer from London, a vocalist from Oslo, two guitarists from Kortgard and a bassist from Bergen. http://www.mustardband.com
(3) Mustard is a 4-piece Christchuch (New Zealand) band playing their own psychedelic blues folk rock. Formed in 2005 they have been playing the local live scene and with the recent addition of keyboard extroadinaire Tim Driver they have begun recording their debut album for release in 2007 through local label She'll be Right records. http://www.myspace.com/mustardnz & http://youtube.com/mustardnz
(4) A glam rock group from the UK who released one single – Good Time Comin’ – in 1974.
(5) Indie Rock band from The Croydon (UK) area. Recorded throughout the 90s but missed out on that exclusive record deal. http://www.myspace.com/mustardrock
(6) Daniel Mustard, a homeless man who came onto Opie and Anthony’s Sirius XM radio show in December 2009 blew the minds of everyone in the building with a unique and extremely soulful rendition of Radiohead’s Creep. http://vimeo.com/8132302
Pressured Up
Mustard Lyrics
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Girl, I ain't got no plan, so can I be with you tonight?
Dj playin' my jam, I'm a G, you know I'll slide
Shit gon' get out of hand if I see the sucker side
If I die for the land, you know it's worth it
Pressured up, pressured up
Pressured up, pressured up
Pressured up, pressured up
Pressured up, pressured up
Pressured up, pressured up
Pressured up, pressured up, yeah, yeah
I love you, baby
Load it up and sneak it in the club for you, baby
Never fuck chances, spend all night dancin' (yeah)
Once a nigga trippin' or shunting, I'm splashin'
Ain't it romantic just like the movies?
I'm really, like really, my say so like homie (oh yeah)
I shine the light on the world for you (dead homies)
Nothin' all them other bitches said is true
I don't be up in the mix, dead homies
I ain't never fucked that bitch, dead homies
I ain't lyin' on my dick, dead homies
They only hatin' on me 'cause I'm rich, dead homies
Yeah, fuck what they be talkin' 'bout
Yeah, they love me, you love me now?
Let me hold you down (dead homies)
Girl, I ain't got no plan, so can I be with you tonight?
Dj playin' my jam, I'm a G, you know I'll slide
Shit gon' get out of hand if I see the sucker side
If I die for the land, you know it's worth it (worth it, worth it, worth it, worth it, worth it)
Pressured up, pressured up (pressure, pressure)
Pressured up, pressured up (pressure)
Pressured up, pressured up (pressure, pressure)
Pressured up, pressured up (pressure, uh-huh)
Pressured up, pressured up (pressure, pressure, uh, uh, uh)
Pressured up, pressured up (pressure, woah, damn)
Pressured up, pressured up (pressure, pressure, pressure), yeah, yeah (ayy, ayy)
Lil' homie with a lick read (uh)
Can't lie, I had a bad week (don't tell)
Please, mama, put it on me (oh yeah)
A lil' trauma, need pleasing (uh-huh)
The caterpillar had to grow wings (yeah)
She blew a kiss on it, no teeth
Hmm, yeah, let's see, nigga
Gold chain, it's an African thing
Pocket of stones from the pressure we on
Window to wall, let me take off my draws
Try spend it all, but I'm too up to fall, nigga
Uh-huh, wake up to ball
Lame-ass niggas still shop at the mall
Cheat code WAP, only fuck with the freaks
Check ain't clear, so I went back to sleep
Nigga, push-start on it 'cause they all got the Z's
Too many cribs, shit, I'm too hard to reach
Might buy the hood, gettin' street after street
Nineteen cars, puttin' fleet after fleet
Nigga, uh (yeah), look up to me (damn)
Stars on the roof, I just woke up to dreams (mm-hmm)
Rolex dummy, I don't like those Philippes (uh-huh)
Oh Lord, girl, that pussy for keeps
Girl, I ain't got no plan, so can I be with you tonight?
Dj playin' my jam, I'm a G, you know I'll slide
Shit gon' get out of hand if I see the sucker side
If I die for the land, you know it's worth it (worth it, worth it, worth it, worth it, worth it)
Pressured up, pressured up (pressure, pressure)
Pressured up, pressured up (pressure)
Pressured up, pressured up (pressure, pressure)
Pressured up, pressured up (pressure)
Pressured up, pressured up (pressure, pressure)
Pressured up, pressured up (pressure)
Pressured up, pressured up, yeah, yeah (nigga, I'm a gangster)
Damn, wasn't nothing like the ghetto parties
That shit was dangerous and fun 'cause every hood be up in there
Shit, you can meet you some fine-ass freaks, you can get your ass beat
Make a choice, see what I mean?
The lyrics to "Pressured Up" by Mustard, Vince Staples, and ScHoolboy Q convey the emotions and experiences of navigating nightlife in a vibrant but often perilous social environment. The opening lines set the tone for the song, with a mix of spontaneity and a desire for connection. The singer is open and somewhat carefree, suggesting that he doesn’t have a specific plan for the night but is eager to seize the moment with a romantic interest. The mention of the DJ playing his jam links the narrative to the energy of the club, which is a backdrop for potential encounters and experiences. This line signals how music fuels the atmosphere, encouraging a sense of liberation and unguarded interactions. The imagery of sliding suggests both a smooth transition into this vibrant environment and also hints at a certain level of confidence that accompanies the singer’s persona, someone who claims space and ownership in a nightlife scenario.
As the song progresses, the refrain of "pressured up" becomes a metaphor for the weight of expectations, societal pressures, and emotional struggles. The repetition emphasizes the intensity of feeling overwhelmed, yet it also communicates a resolve to persevere despite these pressures. This duality reflects a common theme in the lives of many young people, especially those navigating inner-city lifestyles, where external pressures can often lead to internal conflict. The line "If I die for the land, you know it's worth it” illustrates a sense of loyalty to one’s community and the sacrifices that may be made for it. Here, the “land” represents both a geographical space and a cultural one, underscoring the deep ties and responsibilities one feels to their roots. In this nightlife scene, amidst the excitement and the potential for connection, there lurks the possibility of danger, hinting at the precarious balance between fun and violence.
The personal revelations in the latter parts of the song express vulnerability amidst the bravado. Moments like "A lil' trauma, need pleasing" bring a human touch to the narrative, revealing that beneath the tough exterior, individuals carry their own burdens and emotional pain. The singer's desire for intimacy is juxtaposed with his lifestyle choices, reflecting the complexities of seeking love and understanding in an environment rife with superficiality and affection built on sexual desire. The lines about wealth demonstrate the struggle between material success and genuine relationships, questioning where true fulfillment lies. This exploration encourages listeners to reflect on what drives them: is it the allure of wealth and status, or is it deeper connections and understanding?
Finally, the closing imagery captures the essence of living on the edge and highlights the neighborhood dynamics present in those party environments. Nostalgia permeates the description of ghetto parties, depicting a visceral experience where danger lurks alongside excitement. Meeting "fine-ass freaks" suggests the allure and thrill of new encounters, yet it starkly contrasts with the possibility of violence, posing a stark reminder of the stakes involved. This tension between enjoyment and risk speaks volumes about life in these regions where camaraderie can foster both celebration and discord. The narrative encapsulates the dichotomy of the experiences shared in these communities, ultimately crafting a vivid portrayal of a life that is both exhilarating and fraught with challenges. Through "Pressured Up," the artists articulate a reality that resonates with authenticity while navigating the pressures of love, loyalty, and lifestyle choices.
Line by Line Meaning
Girl, I ain't got no plan, so can I be with you tonight?
I'm unsure of my future, but I desire your companionship for the evening.
Dj playin' my jam, I'm a G, you know I'll slide
The DJ is spinning my favorite track, and I'm confident I can navigate the scene smoothly.
Shit gon' get out of hand if I see the sucker side
Things could turn chaotic if I encounter those who aren't real or genuine.
If I die for the land, you know it's worth it
I'm willing to sacrifice everything for my roots and homeland because I believe in its value.
Pressured up, pressured up
I feel the weight of expectations and stress mounting.
Pressured up, pressured up
The intensity of my situation continues to escalate.
I love you, baby
I genuinely have deep feelings for you.
Load it up and sneak it in the club for you, baby
I'm willing to take risks to bring something special for you into this venue.
Never fuck chances, spend all night dancin' (yeah)
I won’t waste opportunities; I’ll fully enjoy the night dancing.
Once a nigga trippin' or shunting, I'm splashin'
If someone crosses the line or disrespects our vibe, I'll take decisive action.
Ain't it romantic just like the movies?
Isn't this experience just as enchanting and dramatic as a film?
I'm really, like really, my say so like homie (oh yeah)
I truly have authority and influence in this relationship among my friends.
I shine the light on the world for you (dead homies)
I illuminate your life and the world around you, reminiscent of lost friends.
Nothin' all them other bitches said is true
All the negative things others have claimed about me are false.
I don't be up in the mix, dead homies
I stay out of unnecessary drama or rumors, honoring my late friends.
I ain't never fucked that bitch, dead homies
I maintain my integrity and loyalty, having no relations with that girl.
I ain't lyin' on my dick, dead homies
I'm honest about my experiences and don’t fabricate stories about my relationships.
They only hatin' on me 'cause I'm rich, dead homies
People are envious and resentful of my success and wealth, in memory of my fallen friends.
Yeah, fuck what they be talkin' 'bout
I disregard all the gossip and negativity surrounding me.
Yeah, they love me, you love me now?
People are showing appreciation for me now; it feels like a change in sentiment.
Let me hold you down (dead homies)
I want to support you and be there for you, honoring my lost friends.
Girl, I ain't got no plan, so can I be with you tonight?
Once again, I express my uncertainty about the future but desire your presence tonight.
Dj playin' my jam, I'm a G, you know I'll slide
The music is my vibe, and I'm ready to confidently move through this atmosphere.
Shit gon' get out of hand if I see the sucker side
Things could escalate quickly if I encounter inauthenticity.
If I die for the land, you know it's worth it (worth it, worth it, worth it, worth it, worth it)
Expressing again that my loyalty and ultimate sacrifice for my roots are of utmost value.
Pressured up, pressured up (pressure, pressure)
Reiterating the feelings of mounting pressure surrounding me.
Pressured up, pressured up (pressure)
The strain continues to grow.
Pressured up, pressured up (pressure, pressure)
The intensity of the pressure I'm facing is palpable.
Pressured up, pressured up (pressure, uh-huh)
Acknowledging the persistence of this pressure.
Lil' homie with a lick read (uh)
A younger associate has a scheme or plan that's come to light.
Can't lie, I had a bad week (don't tell)
I'm being honest about my struggles recently, while asking for discretion.
Please, mama, put it on me (oh yeah)
I’m asking someone close to make a meaningful effort or sacrifice for me.
A lil' trauma, need pleasing (uh-huh)
I’m dealing with emotional scars and craving comfort.
The caterpillar had to grow wings (yeah)
Transformation is necessary; I've had to evolve and rise above my circumstances.
She blew a kiss on it, no teeth
A playful and gentle gesture indicating affection without any harshness.
Hmm, yeah, let's see, nigga
Reflecting on my current situation and gauging what comes next.
Gold chain, it's an African thing
Wearing luxurious items like gold chains signifies cultural pride and heritage.
Pocket of stones from the pressure we on
I carry burdens and stress, illustrated metaphorically as stones.
Window to wall, let me take off my draws
In an intimate setting, I want to fully embrace the moment.
Try spend it all, but I'm too up to fall, nigga
I’m attempting to enjoy my wealth, but I feel too secure to face defeat.
Uh-huh, wake up to ball
Starting each day with the intention to succeed and excel.
Lame-ass niggas still shop at the mall
Those who don’t progress are stuck in mundane routines.
Cheat code WAP, only fuck with the freaks
I have my own strategies for success and choose to associate with outgoing individuals.
Check ain't clear, so I went back to sleep
When my financial situation is uncertain, I prefer to retreat from reality.
Nigga, push-start on it 'cause they all got the Z's
I’m ready to jump back into action because everyone else is complacent.
Too many cribs, shit, I'm too hard to reach
I possess multiple homes, making it challenging for others to contact me.
Might buy the hood, gettin' street after street
I could invest in my community, acquiring property and restoring the neighborhood.
Nineteen cars, puttin' fleet after fleet
My collection of luxury cars continues to grow, showcasing my success.
Nigga, uh (yeah), look up to me (damn)
People recognize my achievements and aspire to emulate my success.
Stars on the roof, I just woke up to dreams (mm-hmm)
Experiencing the high life, living out my aspirations and goals.
Rolex dummy, I don't like those Philippes (uh-huh)
I prefer luxury brands that hold personal significance over popular choices.
Oh Lord, girl, that pussy for keeps
I value our physical connection deeply; it’s something I want to hold onto.
Girl, I ain't got no plan, so can I be with you tonight?
Once more, expressing my uncertainty while yearning for your presence this evening.
Dj playin' my jam, I'm a G, you know I'll slide
The vibe is right, and I’m ready to blend into the rhythm of the night.
Shit gon' get out of hand if I see the sucker side
I’m wary of confrontation and may react strongly if confronted by inauthenticity.
If I die for the land, you know it's worth it (worth it, worth it, worth it, worth it, worth it)
Reaffirming my steadfast commitment to my roots and their significance.
Pressured up, pressured up (pressure, pressure)
Yet again, focusing on the heavy burdens and expectations on me.
Pressured up, pressured up (pressure)
Acknowledging that the weight still persists.
Pressured up, pressured up (pressure, pressure)
The pressure remains a constant theme in my current life.
Pressured up, pressured up (pressure)
Reiterating the ongoing struggles I face.
Pressured up, pressured up (pressure, pressure)
Confirming that the pressure is a recurring reality.
Pressured up, pressured up (pressure)
The intensity of the pressure is an undeniable factor.
Pressured up, pressured up, yeah, yeah (nigga, I'm a gangster)
I assert my identity and the weight of being in this lifestyle while feeling the pressure.
Damn, wasn't nothing like the ghetto parties
Reflecting on how unique and lively street parties have been in my past.
That shit was dangerous and fun 'cause every hood be up in there
These gatherings were thrilling yet risky, attracting diverse groups from different neighborhoods.
Shit, you can meet you some fine-ass freaks, you can get your ass beat
At these parties, you could encounter exciting connections or dangerous confrontations.
Make a choice, see what I mean?
You need to navigate these situations carefully and understand the risks involved.
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Dijon Isaiah McFarlane, Vincent Jamal Staples, Quincy Matthew Hanley
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