Wisdom Mode

[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 some 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 they 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