[Verse 1]He left Pink to escape the grindSaid, “No more titles — I need unwind”Joined Noah  for chill… that was the goalNow he’s R5. Classic Cruni role. [Verse 2]He says he hates stress, he says “not for me”Then builds excel sheets till quarter to threeCounts frags like treasure, logs every statBut don’t call him leader — he’s not doing that [Chorus]Cruniac the mild, the modest, the zenJust a man with more frags than ten grown menSpeed-ups galore, heroes? He needs noneBut hey — who needs use when hoarding is fun [Verse 3]Romeo’s snoring, the only sane soulWhile Jim’s in Pink losing all controlCorbin’s playing victim with poetic flairCruni? Quiet. Counting. Fully aware but doesn't care [Chorus 2 – The Flex Bomb]He showed us his stash, all chill and politeWe saw over thousand frags — just… alrightSomeone fainted. I bit my screen.Rombsky rage quit and joined a knitting team. [Bridge]Said he needed rest, less heavy loadNow he’s leading wars and decoding codeDoesn’t shout orders, just shares a chartAnd somehow rewrites everyone’s part [Final Chorus – Bob’s Closing Words]Now he’s the king he never applied to beSpreadsheets open, counting quietlyDrops a “Bob’s your uncle” mid repairThen disappears — was he even there? [Outro]No campaign, no plan, no royal decreeJust kindness, a bulldog, and pure strategyHe left for peace… then conquered the gameCruniac: too calm to blame