[Verse 1: Malone The Chemist]

I start off my verses like I was Ameer

My verses too short I keep eyeing the mirror

Hocus pocus shit, magic when I spit

In a constant battle, battling fear

I'm in the wrong cattle, nobody hear?

All I hear is static and my presence is near

Zero, who created this cell amidst this hell?

I can tell it must be Gero

And I got this Glock and it's shooting ceros

And the block is hot, no dream Fitzgerald

Let me tell this story, I don't need no hero

I done seen demons fiending, I guess I'm in limbo

Now is this sickness? I guess, I don't know

I say "this too much powder", it smelt like the snow

What this guy got in stove?

Some parties, some love

Some honeys, some money, a bullshit

[Pre-Hook: Malone The Chemist]

Things are better now, huh?

And I'm getting her

Know your fucking worth, get your head off the dirt

Make that shit work, yeah

Make that shit work

Things are better now, huh?

And I'm getting her

Know your fucking worth, get your head off the dirt

Make that shit work

Make that shit work

Yeah, make that shirt work

[Hook: Malone The Chemist]

Always on my (?), people so mean

Everything my fault, everything's a sin

I was gonna call for ambulance and a gin

Trynna stay calm, my lingering fantasy

You were playing me, I was loving you

All you said was lies I was living around truth

Always hypnotized, afraid of what to do

I was hypnotized, (?) of what to do

But sorry now, I'm sorry

Sorry now, I'm sorry, sorry

Sorry now, I'm sorry

Sorry now, I'm sorry, sorry

Sorry now, I'm sorry

Sorry now, I'm sorry, sorry

Sorry now, I'm sorry

Sorry now, I'm sorry

[Verse 3: MORETO]

Start off this (?) like i was Chihiro

Have been feelin' cloudin' how (?) no (?)

All outta options, ain't nothing poppin'

Forced my way out, no more seeing the real (?)

Dangerous thoughts but i ain't shedding tears, no

More waited on (?) just to clear so

Zero, they love my (?)

Up feeling stuck, that's enough

Man and it's my turn to (?)

Grab the wheel and tell 'em we're (?)e

(?) been loving (?) and snow

All that i want is to take care of me

Slow motion, commotion

Stop (?) my free (?)

So it's this the motive? I guess we won't know

I don't wanna wait for what God got in store

I made this my home

For forties, for love

For honeys and money

And all the above, shit