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Benjamin - WestSide Lyrics



Benjamin - WestSide Lyrics




Ugh 24-7
My thanks to the heavens
Grandmas necklace to my pops Jordan 11s
Whisky in my cup
Aged from 67
Pack of backwoods from the local 711
East side east side
Gotta rep the section
Talk that real real keep it 100 until I exit
If they don't speak the language they ties severed
Every second
Apply the pressure

I'm just a homie from the east
But I'm good on the west side
Let the real live forever
Let the rest die
I'm just a homie from the east
But I'm good on the west side
Let the real live forever
Let the rest die
Call up all the boys let me tell ya how it be
Call up all the boys let me tell ya how it be

Can't believe it ya I'm still alive
So I just live it like I'm already on borrowed time
Over time
The shit I seen as for my heart I think it hollowed mine
Before they cross the camp dead body walk over mine
Circle tight homie
Swallow blood before I switch that's on my life homie
In my rear view I'm watching for the lights homie
Count it stay outta sight that's my type homie
Nah I ain't with the games no
Miss me with the actors
All black everything
Somebody call the pastor
Runnin' with the gang
Collect and then we casper
19 in the stash box
Money in the matress
Ugh ugh ugh yea yea things are different now
Ugh ugh ugh ugh we moving different now
Yea yea ugh ugh things are different now
Ugh ugh yea yea

I'm just a homie from the east
But I'm good on the west side
Let the real live forever
Let the rest die
I'm just a homie from the east
But I'm good on the west side
Let the real live forever
Let the rest die
Call up all the boys let me tell ya how it be
Call up all the boys let me tell ya how it be
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Ugh 24-7
My thanks to the heavens
Grandmas necklace to my pops Jordan 11s
Whisky in my cup
Aged from 67
Pack of backwoods from the local 711
East side east side
Gotta rep the section
Talk that real real keep it 100 until I exit
If they don't speak the language they ties severed
Every second
Apply the pressure

I'm just a homie from the east
But I'm good on the west side
Let the real live forever
Let the rest die
I'm just a homie from the east
But I'm good on the west side
Let the real live forever
Let the rest die
Call up all the boys let me tell ya how it be
Call up all the boys let me tell ya how it be

Can't believe it ya I'm still alive
So I just live it like I'm already on borrowed time
Over time
The shit I seen as for my heart I think it hollowed mine
Before they cross the camp dead body walk over mine
Circle tight homie
Swallow blood before I switch that's on my life homie
In my rear view I'm watching for the lights homie
Count it stay outta sight that's my type homie
Nah I ain't with the games no
Miss me with the actors
All black everything
Somebody call the pastor
Runnin' with the gang
Collect and then we casper
19 in the stash box
Money in the matress
Ugh ugh ugh yea yea things are different now
Ugh ugh ugh ugh we moving different now
Yea yea ugh ugh things are different now
Ugh ugh yea yea

I'm just a homie from the east
But I'm good on the west side
Let the real live forever
Let the rest die
I'm just a homie from the east
But I'm good on the west side
Let the real live forever
Let the rest die
Call up all the boys let me tell ya how it be
Call up all the boys let me tell ya how it be
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Writer: BenJamin Fleming
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, SONGS OF MEDIA CREATURE

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Length: 3:20
Written by: BenJamin Fleming

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