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young pothead, high up in my cock pit

hoping that you drop dead

thats me being honest, now stop all that nonsense

aint no competition out here, rap game Mayweather

tryna get my aim better

best to using moving targets

if this is war then ima charge in your apartment

piss on the carpet, make you sniff my armpit

the art of war's artist and i paint it vividly

before the war started i already claimed victory

its no mystery, who's the greatest out

everything i rap, got an a-list sound

my parents embarrassed, say i need a plan b

but rapping is plan a, plan b

plan c

and plan d

actually, plan a to plan z and the new plan i been planning

get in my way, get dismantled

as my energies channel

I'm the best on the planet goddammit, this aint a