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Excuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard to me

Like mother nature arguing about some baby father beepin'

I'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat

Got my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me

From y'all to me, brrt, stop callin' me unless you're ordering

I'm on the beat, check out my feet out, and I stay on my feet

The corner beat, I'm on a deep route, just throw the ball to me

Thought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now

Let's touch down, catch a beat-down like I catch touchdowns

I fuck 'round and slow the beat down and take the drums out

The speed of my plum so great, I'ma eat my own flow

And I'm in need of a flaw, may eat me a rapper, I might as well eat me a ho

I'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin' the cold

As the devil and demon and ghost

I'ma get even and even get even some more

It's too late to even get low, baow

Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, that's what I need you to know

Mula, Weezy the GOAT

The wind beneath my wings, Desert Eagle underneath my coat