[Hook: Zalo]
Sorry man I can't tell now
Sorry man I’m no help now
I'm riding solo, all by myself
Don’t need no help
Try someone else
Sorry man I can't tell now
Sorry man I’m no help now
I'm riding solo, all by myself
Don’t need no help
Try someone else

[Verse 1: Zalo]
Ya welcome to the motherfucking show man
We jumping on this shit from the go man
Me and slim really do it
That's a fact
Gotta love it
You had that bag
And then you blew it
Stars in my ceiling right now
Telling me why you tweaking pipe down
Ya im cruising
Up up and away
Ya i do this
You could just look in my face
I really did it all in a year
Grinding thru the blood swear and the tears
Don’t care what you say
Im on my wave
Calm down you atcing up
Bitch behave
[Hook: Zalo]
Sorry man I can't tell now
Sorry man I’m no help now
I'm riding solo, all by myself
Don’t need no help
Try someone else
Sorry man I can't tell now
Sorry man I’m no help now
I'm riding solo, all by myself
Don’t need no help
Try someone else (Slim the Prince!)

[Verse 2: Slim the Prince]
Try someone else call the doctor, please
Y'all gotta believe in me and all the shit that I've seen
Blood, sweat and tears and all the epiphanies real
We don't fake something that's why we so close to our enemies
But we don't fuck with the mini-me's don't give em to me
Even when I get the strength to bring it back we see flashes, you don't wanna be with no passion
Fly as shit and all they want is the latest fashion, Party all night and we gonna get reactions and we getting fucking traction
Money so long and they calling me Bruce Wayne
Run the track so fast, like I'm Usain
Swagger so smooth like I'm bobby Busche
Pop this shit off like I'm Lil uzi
Jordan flu game nothing never be the same, Brady 6 rings, captain always take the blame, Kobe knowledge and taking it to the fucking head, tryna stay ahead
Pac-man versus Mayweather turn to happy hour
Drinking all night, Bottles on deck
Knock you out, pay you off on debt
Yeah we want it all, yeah we wanna ball
Bring it down to the pound, never fuck around
[Verse 3: Zalo]
Back up
Bitch back up
Watch yourself
Don’t act up
We steady mobbing
The game was mourning
So I came to the rescue like Gotham
I swear on that
I had no other option
You and me, we aren’t the same
You running your mouth
While I’m running the game
You chasing for clout
And you sprinting for fame
You a lame
And I'm untamed
I'm riding solo, all by myself
Don’t need no help
Try someone else
Uh, wow sheesh, Zalo