PRESSURE MADE ME PRAY is a six-song Christian street EP forged in real tension—where faith isn’t performative, progress isn’t instant, and obedience costs something.

This project doesn’t glamorize the grind or rush the promise. It lives in the middle: between calling and completion, pressure and purpose, silence and surrender. Each track traces a different stage of the journey—innovation without imitation, endurance through the fire, steady movement without shortcuts, patience in the wait, and devotion rooted in truth rather than trend.

Sonically, the EP blends gritty trap energy, mid-tempo conviction, and slow, reflective moments—built for late nights, early mornings, and seasons where belief has to be practiced, not posted. Lyrically, it’s honest and unfiltered: faith with scars, prayers formed under weight, and discipline learned the hard way.

This isn’t worship made comfortable.
This is faith made durable.

PRESSURE MADE ME PRAY is for anyone who didn’t fold when life pressed in—who kept showing up, kept trusting, and kept building even when the outcome wasn’t clear.

Not finished.
Still becoming.
Still faithful.

Still Grinding / Still Trusting

Clark Ca$h presents: She Loves Trap R&B Vol. 2 is a late-night soundtrack for cruising through the city with the top down and the lights glowing. This project blends smooth, emotional R&B melodies with hard-hitting trap drums, moody basslines, and raw street energy.

Vol. 2 dives deeper into love, lust, heartbreak, and temptation—where toxic vibes meet real feelings. It’s music for after dark: car rides, club nights, and moments when emotions hit harder than the beat. Powered by AI creativity through Suno, this album keeps the sound modern, melodic, and unapologetically urban.

If you love Trap R&B that’s smooth, emotional, and built for nighttime vibes, this one’s for you.

🎧 Turn it up. Ride out. Feel it.

— Clark Ca$h

Panties to the Side

Noise-Canceling Guilt

Steever - Poppin

Intro

Pulled up in a jag that what I be in
All black tinted windows you cant see me in
Off-White sneakers stop proceed with caution
Jumping in the crowd its a mosh pit 

Chorus x2

Oops that my drip, Midas pulled up with the rings again
Backs got me lit, I be spinning like a disc again

Verse 1 & 2 (Antonio Kash & BurrBrady)

Bitch I been stuck in my bag
I need a perc and a half 
She just gon fuck I wont ask
She just gon fuck when I say so 
Bitch if we fucking keep that on the lay low 
I can not fuck with broke niggas or fake hoes 
Balling on niggas dont got time to lay up
Baby girl know I’m a playa

Left wrist look like a freezer stepping outside looking fresh outta Neimans
Drip round the clock and I drip every season
You tryna plot on me I need reason
Im in my Birken my bag, you kill for a tag but hate when you getting @
Im in the bank, soon as I’m out I laugh 
Purchase off white and I pay it in cash 
New Ferragamo the ones that I bought you 
I didn’t expect you to take em right back
Im in the back of the Bach, smoking on sack thats why I couldn’t react
Whatever you wan yours to have
Mi casa su casa, buy myself Prada I see that you wearing it
Don’t even care a bit your ass is fat tryna smack it and stare at it 
Cartier shades and theres never a glare in em
Backwood is mine ain’t no interest in sharing it
Smash her and pass her no problem in sharing this
No problem at all

Chorus x2

Oops that my drip, Midas pulled up with the rings again
Backs got me lit, I be spinning like a disc again
Verse 2 (Sandy)

Heart switched up but you play me
Now you running back all for the Mercedes 
I got the drip I’m fucking a lick (Sandy)
Dressed in black no navy
I cant buy you no new Bentley truck
Double G’s stay double tucked 
She a beauty baby she tryna fuck she a freaky hoe she love to suck
My heart switched up but you knew that
Still want that new Chanel bag
I got a new drip purple hair kid I’m on my weird boy shit
I paint my nails and wear all black
People they love to hate, fuck that matter of fact
Fuck your clique I got the new bag

Outro

Pulled up in a jag that what I be in
All black tinted windows you cant see me in
Off-White sneakers stop proceed with caution
Jumping in the crowd its a mosh pit

Cartier Tint (Feat. Antonio Kash)

Stream/Buy

Cartier Tint (Ft. Antonio Kash)

Slide on it make you ride on it
If you down
Gotta work so hard make me give it up now
Slide on it make you ride on it
If you down
Gotta work so hard make me give it up now

Pretty women in my section tryna get it
I dont fuck with feelings imma hit it quit it give it
Rich white boy coming up from in the city 
Pull up drop top skrrr lambo cropped ceiling
I got dreams to be bigger than these little kids 
Put in work put in time just to get me here
Bought some diamonds for my time put some in the ear
Versace on my body to the underwear 
I dont fuck with school im like fuck following rules imma light a J in class then I pass it to my tutour
now im lit call a uber bitch tits like hooters with a dick this big she can fuck me in the future im gone

Slide on it make you ride on it
If you down
Gotta work so hard make me give it up now
Slide on it make you ride on it
If you down
Gotta work so hard make me give it up now

Girl I wanna play and I wanna play feisty 
Bitch say my chains pop hard against the white tee damn
Im not tryna wait im tryna see you bounce girl see you got that white up on your face
No way you stopping this wave
Now my neck glowing like heavens gates
Oh you fake thats okay im just tryna hit it then im on my way
Just slide

Slide on it make you ride on it
If you down
Gotta work so hard make me give it up now
Slide on it make you ride on it
If you down
Gotta work so hard make me give it up now

Just slide
Just slide on me
Just slide
Just slide on me baby girl 
Yeah yeah just slide
Just slide 
Yeah just slide
J-J-Just slide

Just Slide

Stream

Chorus 

Back it up back it up back it up woah
I know she need somebody
Back it up back it up back it up woah
can I be that someone to you 
Back it up back it up back it up woah
I really need somebody
Back it up back it up back it up woah
can I be that someone to you 

Verse 1

Come and get a bag get a Birkin baby girl I promise im worth it
I keep all my bitches in Fendi they gotta work for it 
imma put a ring round her finger if she can twerk sumn
make it shake
make it shake take no breaks put it in my face 
make it shake take no breaks put it in my face 
make it shake take no breaks put it in my face 
make it shake take no breaks put it in my face 
How you hit my blunt and not pass it ash that bitch out I cant hit if she ashy ass shake everytime our songs play classic
if you got a problem back it up backwards
fuck how you feel I need my meal
I need my guap need my mu fucking mills
take off on cops when I ride through the ville you can back that shit up give a fuck if its real

Chorus

Back it up back it up back it up woah
I know she need somebody
Back it up back it up back it up woah
can I be that someone to you 
Back it up back it up back it up woah
I really need somebody
Back it up back it up back it up woah
can I be that someone to you 

Verse 2

Girl you know how im feeeling when I roll through step in look like a milli girl
And im bagging and up stealing shake it real thick god damn look how Im wheeling girl 
Bounce that shawty make it worth my stack 
Im feeling you girl cause you rolling my backwoods
Dirty dirty girl playing all my tracks
You were good for the night aint coming back
You were sick of my actions keep talking bout the past tense
No im not asking rolling OG kush in an Aston
Keep coming back to me relapsing
Can you see me? cause im shing 
I cant see you? cause your blinding 
In the morning still declining then you call my phone start crying
Fuck

Back It Up

Intro

64 made another hit we aint about to stop
Yeah yeah yah yeah

Verse 1

Whip the Maserati man I feel like poody tang
No you not my dawgs you not my man dont know you mane
Water on my neck the diamonds look like loot lake
hyping average bitches your hoe look pokimane 

Chorus

Hop up in the coupe then I peel
Early morning wood got my late night pussy killing
she say where the dope who the dealer?
Im so fucking dope you can roll me in a swisher

Verse 2

We got all the dough we the swisher boys
shawty got a nose ring like a bull I call her Illonis 
Loud gas 
turn the speakers up I wanna hear my voice
La la
started selling records people love the noise
and thats just what I did lil mama fell in love with the kid
we the realest like Madrid
remember siting there telling you we was goona do it yeah yeah
now we popping like woah'

Chorus

Hop up in the coupe then I peel
Early morning wood got my late night pussy killing
she say where the dope who the dealer?
Im so fucking dope you can roll me in a swisher

Verse 3

Swisha smoke got my diamonds hitting harder
walking through the party I can see she want it
hair done like a lion call my bitch my tiger tigga
balling hard like andrew wiggins all about my dividends 

Verse 4

ya she feeling on the goth boy
I come through with bottles bring the club joy
Sandy swisha boys ya we rolling up the cookie noise
people yelling "turn it down" but we never listen 
baby throw it back just move around 

Outro 

Lately been the topic of the town
But we the ones who finna make it out
Lately been the topic of the town
But we the ones who finna make it out

Swisha Boyz (feat. Evander Griiim)

Gabriel - Loss Freestyle (p. RainBeatz)

King Bread - WONDERS ft. Yung Eli (p. beatsbyneco)

some throwaways from the past couple months, Different From the Rest EP coming soon.
luv yall fr 2021 we going up!

Back It Up

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