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)