There's only one reason this song is titled Espresso and that's because the beat is titled Coffee.
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Producer:    / @prodriddiman  

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Playlist:    • Household Studio  

Lyrics:
Seventeen years old I smoke the green with my caffeine, I've been between my job and school online I can't keep my room clean, time is hard to find to write my raps I'm trying not to relapse, I'm not talking xanax man that chaps a useless rat he'll get the axe,

I'm not a professional rapper that doesn't matter I'll still blow these flows up like a reactor you better scatter, I've been dropping covers to show my skills above yours but in order to prove that I needed to tear up my brain and go make up my own unique flows that will break through the mold and I'm

I'm just tryna satisfy my passion for wealth, I'm just tryna beat this race with my mental health, sometimes when I write I often feel like that I'm in hell, if I dont come back tell the fam I bid them farewell,

I'm real like Chappelle, I used to game on a Dell, wont say hello like Adele, genius like Alex Graham Bell you're gonna be bidding farewell whenever I leave you unwell, damsel in distress, like bowser i can be a pest, I'll crush you in a hydraulic press then make you clean your mess I'm saying,

I'm just tryna satisfy my passion for wealth, I'm just tryna beat this race with my mental health, sometimes when I write I often feel like that I'm in hell, if I dont come back tell the fam I bid them farewell,

It's getting late I havent ate and I'm sobering up from all the weed I've straight, smoked from the plate let me reinstate that I'm ripping bowls and chugging coal my mind'll race till I deflate and my bars will get weaker like I'm overweight, so let me smoke a bowl and I'll be back at the gate cause the toke that I pulled has got me seated to race let's go.

Sittin left lane, skippin relays, raps in my veins clearing freeways, love my chow mein hate the weekdays, watch me maintain will not be phased, clean the bloodstains off the dazed crazed misbehaved, now pop the Champaign smoke with cellophane till were obliterating our cellular membrane,

Now light the propane cause I spit insane can create acid rain with my ad campaign but I cant complain as a kid I've always loved the rain, but I gotta restrain from the cocaine done that shit before out of my domain, pain in my brain (motherfucker),
Dont fuck with that shit I was just a young kid but I did what I did to survive from myself,

Cause I'm just tryna satisfy my passion for wealth, yes working everyday now my stress levels refuse to settle put the pedal to the metal fleeing all my devils,
And I'm just tryna beat this race with my mental health but no matter how fast I go I'm always gonna end up in twelfth, stop this pinball game it's making me feel overwhelmed even my thoughts are misspelled they rebelled and repelled everything through the pen,
Maybe that's why when I write I feel like that I'm in hell cause the lyrics that i jot are heavy like a barbell, its personal to me I dont care about clientele only personnel,
I excelled on this beat mixed it up I'm concrete boughta publish this riddieman ain't discreet,
Yea I'm doing well I gotta go tho before I forego drink my coffee on the low tho overflowing all over my chateaux!