Yeah, I’m Hercules in these Nikes, labors in a day shift
Twelve rounds with the past, I still ain’t break a sweat, bitch
Lions, hydras, every hater—turn ’em into merch
I’m struttin’ through the underworld, sparkin’ up the turf
Momma said the gods plot, so I plot bigger
Chain heavy like Olympus, each link a river
I’m vulgar, vulgar—lightning in my cup
Fuck a demigod, I’m the whole myth, live it up