(Kanye/Jay-Z flow – cocky, smooth, and full of swagger)
[Verse 1]
Yeah, crown on my head, call me king of the league,
Ran through the squad like a stampede,
Tim tried to step, had to make that boy bleed,
Now he on the bench, watchin’ me succeed.
Bryant got cooked, Jerry got fried,
Jojo thought he had it—guess what? He lied.
Left ‘em in the dust, left ‘em traumatized,
Trophy in my hands, yeah, I'm fortified.
[Chorus]
Champ’s table—nah, you ain't got a seat,
Rings on my fingers, y’all stuck in defeat.
Talk all you want, but the score don’t cheat,
Every move I made was elite, so repeat.
[Verse 2]
Jim still dreamin’, but he never gon’ win,
Mediocre moves, man, he stuck in the spin.
Ain't no ring finger for a dude like him,
Might as well retire, boy, your future look grim.
Chuck back-to-back in the toilet bowl deep,
Two-time loser, that’s a record to keep.
Might as well frame it, put it up neat,
Call it "Hall of Shame," hang it up in the street.
[Chorus]
Champ’s table—nah, you ain't got a seat,
Rings on my fingers, y’all stuck in defeat.
Talk all you want, but the score don’t cheat,
Every move I made was elite, so repeat.
[Bridge]
Stats don’t lie, numbers don’t fold,
Y’all play checkers, I was playin’ pure gold.
Roster like a fortress, moves too bold,
Made y’all look stupid, story been told.
[Verse 3]
Tim got worked, took an L in disgrace,
Left that boy speechless, look at his face.
Bryant, Jerry, Jojo—y’all ran the race,
But I hit the gas, left y’all no trace.
Chuck in the basement, locked in the dark,
Two straight years, man, that boy got no spark.
Somebody check on him, is he still alive?
Or did the shit bowl make him wanna take a dive?
[Outro]
I’m the king, I’m the don, I’m the one you should fear,
Y’all play for second, I make that clear.
Better luck next year, go shed y’all tears,
I’ll be back next season, run it back, no peers.
(Mic drop.)
