Pirate King

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
 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
 'Til 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
 Like hahaha
 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
 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
 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
 They gon' copyright every beat I write
 'Cause 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
 There ain't no one ahead of me
 On the seven seas
 I'm the king (yeah)
 They gon' talk about legacies
 I'm like, "C'est la vie"
 On the wind (yeah)
 You don't want to be enemies
 I got men with me
 I got wings (that's right)
 You gon' step on my ship
 You gon'
 You gon' mess with the king (uh)
 There ain't no one ahead of me
 On the seven seas (yeah)
 I'm the king (I'm the king, yeah)
 They gon' talk about legacies
 I'm like, "C'est la vie"
 On the wind (yeah)
 You don't want to be enemies
 I got men with me
 I got wings (I got wings, bitch)
 You gon' step on my ship
 You gon'
 You gon' mess with the king (haha)