[Chorus]
There ain’t no one ahead of me
On the seven seas
I’m the king

They gon' talk about legacies
I’m like c’est la vie
On the wind

You don’t want to be enemies
I got men with me
I got wings

You gon' step on my ship
You gon'
You gon' mess with the king

[Verse 1]
High Caesar
You get schooled by a supply teacher
They want fame but won’t try either
They be fake woke like they light sleepers
Bunch of linе readers
Dropping laugh emojis likе they hyenas
They a mite eager
Man you’re not well
She a bombshell
But got red flags
Like it’s Minesweeper

That’s what I build next
Bank off my skill set
They don’t want peace
They be Shanked now the Film Red

Used to be fans
Now they rap but I'm still best
Act like a king
How there’s queens on my bill's head

Ink on the page
They gon' see what the quill said

Man of his age
But no sons when his will’s read

Fuck with his brain
Till he ain't got no pills left

They stay the same
Check their page and it’s still dead
Penned this phrase on a first class train
Straight upgrade when they heard my name
They gon' hate, say my verse ain’t great
But a king don’t rate what a servant say

Don’t wanna mix
Get outta the bus lane
Gave them a lift
The way that they upstaged
I'm giving gifts
Way more than your cut makes
I got Conan flow
An open and shut case

[Chorus]
There ain’t no one ahead of me
On the seven seas
I’m the king

They gon' talk about legacies
I’m like c’est la vie
On the wind

You don’t want to be enemies
I got men with me
I got wings
You gon' step on my ship
You gon'
You gon' mess with the king

[Verse 2]
Pocket sized
When they CDawgs
Then they horrified
I got green dots
Like it’s Spotify
They gon' see shots
When my Hololive
If you cross the line then best be advised
I be dotting eyes
Like I’m Demondice
I'm gon' copyright every beat I write
Cuz they looping mine
Like it’s wheel of time
These people whine
Can’t even find a desk job
Seen them try
The dream will die like XCOM
Stephen Fry
When featured I’m the best one
Even I am keen
To write the next one

They be sinking low
They hitting bedrock
Mass produce their flows
Their rhymes are sweatshop
Way I have to blow
The lyrics Chekov
How I click with icons like a desktop

They don’t know my name
So they be asking what my handle means
I be getting booked and making paper
Call that Daniel Greene
Analyze your lyrics
Like I’m used to reading fantasy
I rain on their parade
The way they spit pathetic fallacies

[Chorus]
There ain’t no one ahead of me
On the seven seas
I’m the king

They gon' talk about legacies
I’m like c’est la vie
On the wind

You don’t want to be enemies
I got men with me
I got wings

You gon' step on my ship
You gon'
You gon' mess with the king