Zero Companions

I don't trust a mother fuccin soul
I can say that
I done seen things with my eyes
You can’t relate to that
It's real life outchea
I see My momma cry
Cos it's hard outchea
Clap them niggas with that tricking shit
I’m unfamiliar with them hoes that walk around with clothes
Squash these niggas like roaches
You ain't gonna get no fame with no promotion
I'm hoping
I'm a hooper
Like Jordan in his prime
I ain't fucking with no bad boys coming from the pistons
It's hilarious how people act
When they see you face to face
Imma smile back like I just beat the case
This life is a race
It's a journey
I get horny
Cos pussy got my mind made up
You can catch me and my dons at my yard in Lagos
Me and my whole team balling
You can't take us
It’s getting scary
How I tear the beat up
It’s Patmax in the game
Mother fucca in the game
I'm the best in the game
Killing shit left and right
Like I’m planning this shit
I got no companion in this shit
One man army
O.Y.O
On your own mother fucca
Everything is fake
Realise
Only the real will realise