

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Clock in Apron on, gloves snap tight Name tag crooked But my bread cut right Steel tray clatter Spin that rack, I’m chef for the night You point at the menu I read your whole life on sight You say “extra” I already grabbed that cheese You say “light” I’m trimming edges with ease I’m in the back Where the ovens hum like bees Turn dough to gold With a flick of my sleeve [Chorus] I’m just tryna earn six inches of respect You keep talkin’ ‘bout a foot, show some intellect Think you want the big one, but your vibe too small Order lookin’ insecure, stomach tryna act tall Six inches of respect, watch me stack it clean You ain’t ready for the large, stay in the in-between Yeah, you dreamin’ ‘bout a foot, but I see through the flex You can’t handle all that, just take this little spec(t) [Verse 2] You lean on the glass Talk slick, think you real grown Askin’ if I handle Somethin’ bigger than your phone Talk about “double meat” Like that’s code I never heard But I been slicin’ up ego With every casual word You want it thick? Cool, I’m packin’ layers on tight But you flinch when the sauce drip Can’t handle the sight You blush at the size jokes Laugh like it’s a dare But can’t finish what you ordered Leave half the thing there [Chorus] I’m just tryna earn six inches of respect You keep talkin’ ‘bout a foot, show some intellect Think you want the big one, but your vibe too small Order lookin’ insecure, stomach tryna act tall Six inches of respect, watch me stack it clean You ain’t ready for the large, stay in the in-between Yeah, you dreamin’ ‘bout a foot, but I see through the flex You can’t handle all that, just take this little spec(t)
Tags
rap, Boom-bap drums with a grimy New York swing, upright bass line walking under dusty piano stabs. Male vocals, laid-back, conversational flow that tightens into double-time punches on bar endings. Hook opens up with stacked call-and-response ad-libs and crowd-style shouts, subtle vinyl crackle and distant chatter for “in-the-shop” ambience.
2:08
No
2/1/2026