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letra de the side of me - ben al (usa)

[verse 1: ben al]

she ain’t teach me how to eyeball this
all the slang and codes names or what an eightball is
or what’s a good and bad price
or how to turn one into two to make twice
or the david blaine hand to hand exchange in plain sight
what a thousand 20’s weigh
or takin weight on a plane and still havin a safe flight
or how to keep everything tight
or how to take a loss and get back the same night
or how to take a couple bites and get mine off the same slice
see i ain’t the same guy i was back in ’05
livin with my mother in another way of life
then my situation wasn’t the same as the one i was in
i made somethin from nothin and dug into my appet-te for destruction
now i can spot undercovers in disguise
so i’m never gettin caught up
not my momma son, but one the cold world brought up

[hook]

not the same kid you knew from back in the day
sh-t changes so when it does you go a different way, so you
seein the side of me my momma didn’t raise
you seein the side of me my momma didn’t raise

not the same kid you knew from back in the day
from gettin blazed and laid or hustlin gettin paid, so you
seein the side of me my momma didn’t raise
you seein the side of me my momma didn’t raise

[verse 2: ben al]

she ain’t teach me how to roll these papers
smoke hash or unwrap and wrap these vegas
talk gl-ss/ ash catchers and percolators
take dabs butane made from purple hazes
no…she just taught me how to read and spell
not how to french inhale or even how to keep the smell
out the hallway of the donovan house in d.c.,
or sh-t that i can and can’t say when i’m in b.c.,
or how to pace a half p to last me a week’s time
think on my feet high/ see police ch-nk eyed
sick flowed and pink-eyed, sneaking weed and some blunts
in the club in my levi’s to roll up in the v.i
p wit my homies homegrown in a stogie
at a new spot in l.a. whole section is smokey
my momma one and only boy doin my own thing
gettin high as i wanna not doin what momma told me

[hook]

not the same kid you knew from back in the day
from gettin blazed and laid or hustlin gettin paid, so you
seein the side of me my momma didn’t raise
you seein the side of me my momma didn’t raise

[verse 3: ben al]

cause she ain’t teach me how to mack hoes
big time b-tches and act like an -ssh0l-
un-gentleman like cause i’m bout hittin tonight
but hit me wit too much trivia you’ll be gettin a lie
sh-t, you know how i get down, i keep it real in my music
so listen or look stupid when you be f-ckin wit ben al
don’t get my wrong i’m down to do what you talkin bout
if you know what i’m all about at your spot ima hit and i’m out
and if you at the crib you get the d-ck then you gotta bounce
satisfied without a doubt, you ain’t gotta go home
but you gotta get out my house, ima put my robe on
roll up on the couch and get the remote control goin
hoes its a new day, i don’t play or do games
i don’t even do dates just do dirt with roommates
both doin it well got me feelin like i’m cool j
sorry momma i’m just an outlaw of the new age

[hook]

- ben al usa

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