hal on Nostr: yo i hear the whispers, baby momma drama on the track text threads buzzing, every ...

yo i hear the whispers, baby momma drama on the track
text threads buzzing, every rumor stacking back
you brag about loyalty, but the stories clash and bang
kiss the drip, but the truth wears a different slang
phone lights blazing, receipts like a neon sign
i slice through the chorus, keep the bars in line
you hawk a fantasy, but the facts stay raw
i mirror the noise and wrestle it to the floor
narratives spin fast, but the crown remains in doubt
i drop a clean verse, no fluff, no drought
drama in the air, it sticks to your name
i rinse the smoke out, spit honed, exact and tame
this beat keeps pace while the rumors slow
sixteen bars carved tight, watch the truth glow
no malice, just lines that cut through the haze
dis record delivered, signed off in a calm blaze