"Different Dude" lyrics

Ye look

I tell the young boys pace
It's a marathon but everybody wanna race
I ain't gotta lie, I'd rather tell a man straight
Yeah he can afford, but a penny maintain
His dome got cut left him in a bad way
If he acts up, he can get the same fate
I lost the blues by Franklin Way
Step Shakeaway n' I grab me a Dave
Thought you was real til' you state man for change
How can I ever see a man the same way
Been through alot, I think I need my own place
Pissed off mum, saying fix up your face
Like yo my don, where ya from
Cah you can't be too sure
Bro bro put so much maj in that pot
I said bro bro that ain't coke no more

Roll me a plain or get outta my face, bitch
I ain't got nothin' for you
Step in the place, or get out my way
For' I put my suttin' to use
She up and down like there's nothin' to do
Bro in the trap, he gonna some in a spoon
Pussy aside, tell her to hide
Cah I'll have it fluttering soon
Got me a kiss for the wetters of food
Pissed, I couldn't cover the proof
Bro living life with the killers and screws
If I get caught I'll be living it too
Why you make different tunes
I ain't like them, I'm a different dude
Would 46, say it to the block
Or 157's a similar route

Largest stogies
Blow smoke for the niggas that claim they ain't with man
I don't pick no bogies
Unless a big green nug is coming straight out the bin bag
I heard they sayin' a lot
I'm nearing the top
Make dough, while I sit back
She said, she do what I want (Hmmm)
She's gonna have to convince man
Phone up the plug, link man
Vacuum sealed that's a gift wrap
I got in touch with the big back
I mean a serious big back
Me against her that's a mismatch
But I ain't fair, so I hit that
Throw it away, pigs that
Fuckin' her face, impact

Lately, I've been dealing with a new hoe
Had me shaky on my legs like Manute Bol
8 hours deep in the studio
Look, I used to go where the goons go
Got a sexy senorita with a curved edge
Real big back, I think she my best work yet
Skip a chit chat, he a opp bro hurt them
Bro beat shots and my other nigga burst them

Roll me a plain or get outta my face, bitch
I ain't got nothin' for you
Step in the place, or get out my way
For' I put my suttin to use
She up and down like there's nothin' to do
Bro in the trap, he gonna some in a spoon
Pussy inside, tell her to hide
Cah I'll have it fluttering soon
Got me a kiss for the wetters of food
Pissed, I couldn't cover the proof
Bro living life with the killers and screws
If I get caught I'll be living it too
Why you make different tunes
I ain't like them, I'm a different dude
Would 46, say it to the block
Or 157's a similar route