Espresso

Came up from the mud like I'm ghetto
Mad world, mad city I stay mello
Black bean
Under pressure that's espresso, ooh
Young black king, Ima pharoah

Style on top of styles
Black is king, we came from power
Brewed from the pot, Americano
Stained from the start like machiatto
Many wanna taste, but not so pure
Couple sugars in they cup to feel secure
Ice on top, they drink with leisure
Dark caffeine, look how they need us
They play they hands big bands
I ain't finna fold
Gentiles from the earth trynna buy my soul
Ask me how I'm moving
I said single malt, ooo
My time that's so precious
So I fill my vault, ooo

Came up from the mud like I'm ghetto
Mad world, mad city I stay mello
Black bean
Under pressure that's espresso, ooh
Young black king, Ima pharoah

Earth turned into dust
I was made with a different brush
God did not rush
Many men I don't trust
I see greed in the sea of lust
I fly above
And feel my share of freedom
Bittersweet taste like cappucino
Caught in the gleam, lights beamed with diesel
Your feeble, I've been hunting all you weasels
Formats, rough draft, no craft no
Run back, many steps, know your rep
Huh huh
Rule lands, big plans, expand
I'm gone make it
Fill the bag, fill the van
And leave nothing to question

Came up from the mud like I'm ghetto
Mad world, mad city I stay mello
Black bean
Under pressure that's espresso, ooh
Young black king, Ima pharoah

Came up from the mud like I'm ghetto
Mad world, mad city I stay mello
Black bean
Under pressure that's espresso, ooh
Young black king, Ima pharoah

Black young bean under pressure
Tall cup so hot might fester
Name on list Heath Ledger, oh my
Caffeine, no cream feel better
Black young bean make impression
Grande no top, let it shiver
Name on the list Heath Ledger
Double shot black eye for your pleasure