Prod. Emerald:

You was never happy with him

You was never happy with him

They like, “Who’s that little boy over there?”

Who’s that little boy over there?

You be acting like you know me

You was acting like you know me

Like, “Who that little boy?”

Who got bands like Morris?

They like, “Who gon’ run your name when you’re gone?”

They like, “Who gon’ run your name when you’re gone?”

They like, “Who gon’ run your name when you’re gone?”

Verse 1:

Lancelot, searching for my grail

I'm in Camelot, stacking all these bills

I own myself, not for sale

She remind me of Vicky Vale

Yeah, you’re not who you be saying you is

You can’t pay him for this

Oh, you mad cause you mid

Oh, you mad cause I'm him

Dunking, I touched the rim

Said you moved on with him

Sunday church, sing hymns

Yellow bills, daffodil

Not a big deal, I’m worried that you’ll heal

Rollie with the seal, funny, Key and Peele

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

Back in business, stackin’ up riches

As God my witness, I move like fitness

Know why you got with him, to get back on me

I hit my first mill, you ran back to me

You said I was the one, lying like I knew you would

Knew where I stood, couldn't have your love

Only can do good, well, yeah, sort of

Verse 2:

You was acting slow

Sacrifice and grow

Know I got this dough, Edgar Allen Poe

Stealing on my flows, Rollie, president Monroe

Painting works, call me Van Gogh

Change the world, that’s my end goal

Feel like Lancelot, searching for my grail

That girl, she think we cool, she think we friends still

My girl got French tips, she don’t even know how to feel

I learned my lesson, I’m going back to the bills

Take off your lipstick, I think I taste it still

Throw the money ball, I catch it like I'm Kittle

Chorus / Outro:

Yeah

Cause you was never happy with him

Cause you was never happy with him

Cause you was never happy with him

Lancelot, searching for my grail

I'm in Camelot, stacking all these bills

I own myself, not for sale

You remind me of Vicky Vale

Yeah, you’re not who you be saying you is

You can't pay him for this

Yeah, you’re mad cause you’re mid

Yeah, you’re mad cause I'm him

Dunking, I touch the rim

Said you moved on with him

Sunday church, sing hymns

Yellow bills, daffodil

Not a big deal, I’m worried that you’ll heal

Rollie with the seal, funny, Key and Peele

No, no, no, no

No, no, no, no

No, no, no, no

No, no, no, no