Six Inches of Respect

[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)

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.