[Verse 1: Dillmatic]
I work hard for my ends, at times, I gotta repent
Just got paid, now it's spent
Just got laid, now she vent
Call off sick, now we been
Damn, we missed the event
We end up sextin' in bed, she like, twistin' my hair
PC, we search the web
Gotta make sure we fed
Or else she gon' be fed
We do take-out instead
Don't know what got us here
Strangers stoppin', they stare
Oh, yeah, we wеll aware
That they be hеlla scared

[Verse 2: ConchezYout]
Tryna hold my composure, never pose as no poser
Always stand like a soldier, every day, we get older
Dust that weight off my shoulder, the return of the souler
Never sell out short, her soul you're over
Used to cop on Wyona, now I sip on Coronas
But I'm a fuckin' stoner, I'm in a weed coma
They could smell the aroma, this shit be movin' slow-mo
They be lovin' the logo, rockin' it like it's Polo
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