(Mic check, one two, you're now entering the echelon) I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one! Being rich ain't one. Seeking external validation through generalized videos ain't some. Best believe the second coming's in these lyrics because I am the sun, the chosen one. And if your heart is wicked or malicious, then you should probably run. Cuz the only thing brighter than the sun is the only Son, the one sent from heaven, as below, so above. Right hand of God so strong, but it's also my pimp hand and I will slap your hoe ass, now move it along. Cuz you don't want none. You heard the question, now watch the leverage— Well, if you'd do that for him... what will you do for me? I come on strong, go hard or go home. You soft though, dough boy, now move it along. We doing big boy shit when we making these songs. Like the Vietnam war, we dropping straight napalm. I know you tried, but I gotta show you where you went wrong. Unfortunately, it was the whole thing, all of it, all along... kinda the beginning, middle, and the end of your song. Your rap and dick is short, mine is everlong. You might have enough skill if you believe in yourself and hit that bong... but prolly not. Now, hold my cognac, sit back, and watch this shit. Hood as fuck, but with a little bit of class, I'm fancy as fuck, bitch! I was on some "need a little bit of change to get by" type of shit. Now I'm on some "flying high in a G5" kinda rich. Used to struggle just to wet the tip of my dick. Now I got a dozen hot model bitches trying to kill each other for this prick. Used to have that big dick energy before it was a thing. Cultivating that wet ass pussy before there was a Cardi B. But she got a WAP I want, but have yet to see. Makes my dick go up, up, up in the back of her Bentley. I've been working on my stamina, call me Cardio B. I guess what I'm saying through all of this is, Cardi, get at me please! I'm on my knees begging to... get you on yours too. I won't ask anything of you that I won't do. Let's see just how much we can put our bodies through. Ooh. Comin' up outta the mud, comin' up off a dub. Comin' up regardless of your mean mugs and shoulder shrugs, because we give no fucks, and motherfucker, we don't need luck. We make our own, and now we riding around in big clean trucks. You still stuck in the muck with a line of dicks still left to suck just to pay your rent and maybe get some lunch. EBT card declined for a pack of gum. You got no gas, so you gotta stick out your thumb. Got no gas in, so no you cannot hit this blunt, motherfucker what? I cannot hear you from this echelon. Your energy cannot reach me at this vibration, for you, it's too long of a shot, but for me, it's not. It's about relative position and size by comparison. Your truth might be like an ant trying to compare itself to me, the sun. From your point of view, subjectively, you're a runt. From the rest of objective reality though, the comparison is irrelevant. Light alone... well, fuck, bitch, it ain't shit. Dark, by itself, also worthless, just like these words is. Your self is, your hoe is, your existence, your soul is... compared to mine that is. Cuz through relative position and comparison through distinction, I can see that you coming at me, you're heading for extinction, and I am the one to usher it in. To bring about your destruction, cuz you on some fuck-shit. Greed, lust, and corruption, those are your functions, making false accusations and assumptions. Not me... the new me... is enlightened, allowing, senses heightened, stomachs growling. I'm hungry for everything that can be, like you, the world, my stomach is growling. Knowledge compounding. Exponential, like a penny that doubles every day—that growth and return rate's astounding. Resonating... reverberating and resounding. Photonics and acoustics work together to give you visuals and sounding, my beats and flow. [Alarms ringing] (What is it? What's happening?) Fuck, where is it... (What?) Fuck... Where's it at? The room in the back! The one that goes underneath and out the trap. Grab that shottie and that sack! My duffel bag of cash, my... Flak jacket and strap already packed. I... reinforced the door but it won't last... five... minutes, bitch, that's all we get, let's get it. Whatcha waiting on?
