[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 '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
[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
'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
Analyse 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