I'm Better

Intro

Yeah, yeah—watch this (watch this)

Verse

Gurbaaj, step up, racket shaking in your hand

I’m serving bombs while you barely clear the net, man

Your footwork sloppy, tripping over your own two feet

I’m sliding baseline to baseline, you still stuck on the seat

Forehand weak, backhand softer than your excuses

Every time you swing it’s comedy—sound effects useless

I’m top-spin spinning circles round your ego trip

You double-fault your pride, I’m cashing every chip

Chorus

I’m better, I’m better (better), tennis god in the flesh

You’re a joke on the court, every set I refresh

I’m better, I’m better (better), watch you choke on the stress

Gurbaaj gettin’ cooked—na-na, clean up the mess

Verse

Second set, same story, you gasping for air

I’m dropping drop-shots while you’re gasping in despair

Your strings are loose, your game is looser than your lies

I’m acing every point, you’re collecting the goodbyes

Call yourself a player? More like spectator with a dream

I’m the nightmare in white, tearing holes in your scheme

Match point, game over, scoreboard don’t lie

I’m the king of this court—bow down or die

Chorus

I’m better, I’m better (better), tennis god in the flesh

You’re a joke on the court, every set I refresh

I’m better, I’m better (better), watch you choke on the stress

Gurbaaj gettin’ cooked—na-na, clean up the mess