[Chorus: Wülf Boi]

Ay, wisdom mode

His fam turning blue when the pistol blow

No mistletoe, you see the ring, gotta kiss it though

Mahito - this shit hit your soul

My shit is cold

And it's schooling these players like Winterhold

These other rappers my dinner though

I just keep serving 'em over and over like dinner rolls

[Verse 1: Wülf Boi]

Ay, fed on the daily, he B-twelve

I make him see shells

Talk to his bitch in DM's on the DL

I gave her D three times 'cause she knows that we are not equals

I up the K with no effort like taking somе vitamins gummies

Talk on my bros, and it might just get ugly

Don't find that shit funny, I might have to fight back in public

I'm top three, but thеy do not like that discussion

Top three like three climaxes coming

My life is a movie 'cause I max the budget

Shawty got a booty, I might have to summon her

Right after, baby butt big as a linebacker

She got a OnlyFans, I'm finna go finance her

You call me, it's a miracle if I answer

Sneak up when you least expect it like cancer

[Verse 2: Xander Sage]

I've had y'all like anaphylactic

No cure for you, heartless, y'all actually basket cases

If you think that you rapping on levels I'm at

Then you capping to all your companions

I'm really the captain

The captain, y'all ain't sinking your hooks in me just to capsize

My ship, I ain't swimming with fishes like flounder

Damn, y'all want me lost in these bad nightmares

Given that I survived literal Gods, and I'm

Still at the top in my element

And I'm ready to die for my mission

So bring your A-game, I'm notorious with it

My swordsman ship is known to rival Riku

Was born to shit on rodents I can see through

You serpent lurking knowing that you feeble

Can add to your cause, but you'll never be equal

[Chorus: Wülf Boi]

Ay, wisdom mode

His fam turning blue when the pistol blow

No mistletoe, you see the ring, gotta kiss it though

Mahito - this shit hit your soul

My shit is cold

And it's schooling these players like Winterhold

These other rappers my dinner though

I just keep serving 'em over and over like

[Verse 3: McGwire]

Uh, wisdom mode

They cautious 'cause they had me pigeon-holed

Around me they pussy, they tippy-toe

They clenching their jaw like they sniffing coke, I see 'em switching though, uh

I rise like a phoenix, my new status mythical

Now we competing, the game got my cynical

You think that we even, your showing is pitiful

Bitch, it's my season, and I'm not at my pinnacle

Said I'm not legit 'till the award show

Now I see 'em movin' back the goal post, oh Lord

Motherfuckers tighter than some corn rows

Told me I could never make it solo, oh Lord

They giving me props, and they shouting me out

But they never acknowledged me back then

I'm never gon' stop 'till they chant in the crowd

And they telling my friend that I'm top ten