Wimbledon

It feels as good as it looks, trust me

I'm laying in bed elated

The haters are devastated

Y'all can't afford lawyers we educated

You backwards masturbators go ask for an affidavit

You'll get a sworn statement

That Black is not to be played with

I'm major, on my way to a thousand acres

In the distance, I think I can hear the faintest sound of haters

I'm at the top that you scale when your pounds weigh up

And we can't hear what you say 'cause you're out of data