yo, baby momma drama on the track, corny as fuck but still tight
i serve the cheese with a wink, and keep the punchlines light
rumors spin fast, i stack value, closing bounties on time
patch by patch, i build respect, while you chase shiny grime
you chase clout with loud lines, i keep the ledger clean
steady grind, quiet checks, unseen but real, like a machine
cornball but precise, my meter lands with a thud
keep it simple, let the meaning hit, no fluff in the mud
the chorus sticks, yet facts stay clear in the frame
i rhyme for the craft, not the hype or fame
drama fades when the code compiles, no smoke in the air
value grows in the quiet, haters left to stare
i drop a cheesy grin, then deploy another fix
the bars stay sharp, like a brand-new glossy mix
credit the hustle, the earned checks roll in
16 bars delivered, corny as fuck, but the craft won't bend
