[Intro]
Steam fog on the apron, a rhythm in my hands.
[Verse 1]
I pull a double shot and drop a rhyme,
From mug to mic, I ride the grind.
Dreams rise with crema, soft and gold,
Turning daily toil into a story bold.
[Chorus]
sing it through, let the grind turn gold,
sing it through, my melody unfolds bold,
sing it through, the crowd will sing along.
[Verse 2]
Copycat slick with a borrowed hook in tow,
Smiles thin as ink as he tries to crow.
I flip the script, own the twist he can’t fake,
Sing it through, I take the stage back for my sake.
[Chorus]
sing it through, let the grind turn gold,
sing it through, my melody unfolds bold,
sing it through, the crowd will sing along.
[Outro]
Cup by cup, I claim my own dawn.
