No Leaders.

Yea
Nobody's a leader everybody's just funny and goofy like stewie and peter
Or taking a hit of sativa
My mind really feed us with the heat I spit thru the speakers
I constantly assume doom cuz thats what life teach us
Running in my black and white sneakers
Focused on winning if not u just might beat us
My homie keep the heat tucked don't mess wit us you'll need luck
Gave her 60 to get her feet done
Doing me forget yo opinion real talent they need some
When I hit it from the back it slap sound like a beat drum
Yall could be real but u rather be dumb
Ion care how you feel just want a deal a couple mill
Go pick up b-dub go to the studio make beats and just beat up
The mic with verses I write hoping she know my intentions is right
Just cause I'm consistent and different from the wrong ones in ya life
Don't mean you have to treat me the opposite of nice
Don't you want peace in ya life
Sleeping good not worried about someone cheating on you twice
You have my heart just not the first slice
It's in awkward position hope you fix it keep it perfectly aligned
Forget them signs you and I we go together like suit and ties
Nobody else just you and I
God blessed us with the gift of sight so I can see you looking fine
All the days of time we spend alive



Credits
Writer(s): Donte Millz
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