Lyrics 5X5 - Black Damien

Your sister had a crush on Me like the soda
If I reciprocate our Friendship would be over
Saw you in communion With a strap
That act made my respect Lower
But it still was a pleasure To know ya
Ant bka Keith to be brief
Kept a pistol in your briefs
While some were yelling Hail to the chiefs
Saw you robbing youngins In the streets
While I was in the Window drinking
Rock Creek peach
Thinking life is a beach
Yours was a war
Flipping raw before G Star Raw
Around the time of Snoop
And Salt and Pepa Shoop
We both thought Pepa was Cute
A red girl we tried to Knock her boots
On a quest for loot
In 40 below Tim boots
I had the butters
You had the Jodeci joints
Fashion was splashing
Legs would point
The preacher should Anoint you
And point you
Point the joint with who
Pughie a bad influence
Used to play hoops with Him and students
But after I graduated I Ain't Seen you since
Flip the calendar to 2004
My man Scoobie I saw
At the Fifth Street liquor Store
Told me you were running With dudes in VA
Got shot in the back over A rack
And in peace you lay
In my chest the pain stay
Like the forty two I purchased That day
Saw your sister on Facebook
To erase the images weeks It took
Now In the mirror I must Look

Real youngins don't die We five times five
On bruh never drag my Guys real live
Real youngins don't die We five times five
On bruh never drag my Guys real live
Real live real live real