Jay$

Yo, it’s Pensford in the ring, call me the rate sage, Missed a prediction or two? Yeah, but I turn the page. Two years back, Fed moves had me in a daze, But I evolve, adapt, and still set the stage. Hey Pensford, you think you’re the guru of the rate, Missed the hikes, now you’re just trying to skate. Chatham here, we’re giants, you’re just bait, Sports in finance? C’mon, bruh, that’s second rate. Chatham’s got the size, but where’s the agility? Forced out your founder, lost more than stability. I keep it real, take a stand with ability, While you sit back, no opinion, no liability. Pensford’s small time, flying in that tiny plane, No market sway, just playing a losing game. Your jokes fall flat, just like your rate claim, Stick to sports, ‘cause in rates, you ain’t got no fame. CIRM, oh please, your strategy’s a maze, Complex for no reason, clients lost in a haze. And RCA? That flat fee’s just a phrase, Blindsiding custys at closing? Your ethics, a craze. You’re just jealous, Pensford, of the leads we acquire, Cold calls, maybe, but they ignite the fire. Your data obsession? That’s just you in the mire, While we adapt and soar, ever higher. Derivative Logic, you’re just copy and paste, Stealing my style, but you can’t match my ta