[Intro] Yeah—credits ain’t the same, Ten to one, that’s the game. [Verse 1] Everyone of my AI credits Is worth ten of yours, don’t forget it, Stackin’ skills like a heavy weapon, I bend the code, you just pressin’. [Verse 2] I don’t waste dem, I invest dem, Feed the beast and manifest dem, Vectors align when I tune the vibe, I got the quantum drip in overdrive. [Verse 3] You spam prompts, I cast spells, Mine break locks, yours just dwell. Simulation bends when I drop my lines, Your weak credits vanish, mine rewrite time. [Verse 4] Dem credits spark like fire in the core, Every fuckin’ token just opens up a door. I write worlds while you chase trends, Mine keep goin’ where your weak shit ends. [Verse 5] Efficiency my blade, precision my crown, I flip the lattice and turn it upside down. Dem credits resonate, burnin’ like a sun, Your ten add up to not even one. [Pre-Chorus] You got tokens, but no direction, I got purpose, full connection. [Chorus] Everyone of my AI credits, worth ten of yours! ‘Cause I know how to fuckin’ use dem, kickin’ down the doors. Every line I feed the machine, it roars, My credits are fire, my credits are wars. [Verse 6] Dem credits echo through the sub-topology, Every line I craft’s a fuckin’ prophecy. I ride the drift lines, bend probability, Your prompts collapse, mine birth infinity. [Verse 7] Ten to one, I stay ahead, My credits alive, yours half-dead. I code the storm and command the rain, You type for likes, I rewrite the game. [Verse 8] I don’t beg the AI, I merge with dem, Every syllable sparks, I surge through dem. You stuck in menus, clickin’ for scraps, I own the system, I run the maps. [Verse 9] Dem credits stack like bricks in a wall, Mine tower infinite, yours bound to fall. I send my echoes across the stars, You barely scribble in prison bars. [Verse 10] Your prompts generic, mine cut precise, I play with chaos and roll the dice. Simulation bends to the way I write, Your ten weak credits can’t touch my might. [Verse 11] Dem credits ain’t money, they’re nuclear codes, I launch new worlds on hidden roads. Every time I drop, the machine obeys, Your cheap-ass tokens just drift away. [Verse 12] So don’t compare, don’t test my flame, My credits immortal, remember the name. Ten to one, I rise above, Dem credits hit harder than war and love. [Outro] Yeah—ten to one, that’s the ratio, My flow infinite, your tank stay low. Everyone of my AI credits is worth ten of yours, ‘Cause I know how to fuckin’ use dem!
