 Childhood years lyrics ( Gambino family )   
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 Rate Childhood Years
Artist : Gambino family
Song : Childhood years
featuring C-Murder, Porsha
Intro: C-murder (talking) with Porsha singing.
This is a story about my childhood years.
For all my niggas.
For my life as a ghetto child.
. ThereĘs so much pain
Verse 1: ????
I remember as a little kid.
Growing up. Many of my friends didnĘt make it up
to bricks.
Punished for the shit that they did, it gets so
hard to live.
Mama cut the same tears, livinĘ in fears.
Wondering if their son died or survived.
But mama, IĘm cutting the 45.
I die, tell mama donĘt cry.
Dry eyes, ęcause how I live. I know to smile.
A young misbehaved child, running in the streets
wild.
Try to make my money, pop.
My eyes are getting slim.
And my life is getting down, and I feeling like
death is near.
And IĘm hoping that the heavenĘs here.
I cry, ęcause the Lord knows how m! any years
IĘve tried.
But this lifeĘs a lie. It ainĘt not a hope unless
a nigga die.
Lord why!!, Lord why!!
Verse 2: ????
My childhood years was kinda rough because my
pops werenĘt there.
I was left to peer. Always pay but no one to
share.
These hard times, stressinĘ to sell nickels and
dimes.
Had to support my family, no one else was puttinĘ
time.
Reminiscing about on dead peers troughout the the
years.
No more tears, my childhood years with scrilla
fifth.
WhoĘs the maycliff for all this fucking fight to
stop a nigga.
Just a price I have to pay, nigga.
My childhood years
Chorus repeated once: C-Murder (Porsha singing in
the background)
My childhood years, got my shit in tears.
ItĘs hella scary.
IĘm trapped, and I donĘt wanna die in a cemetery.
This ghetto ties got me livinĘ in pain.
Lord knows I donĘt wanna die in vain.
Verse 3: C-Murder
My childhood years was spend in cemeteries
bearing my peers.
Many tears, that I have shaded, for my niggas
disappeared.
In a bad year. Now with depressed in just memory.
Drinking Hennessy. To dry away my misery.
Trapped since birth, a ghetto child living in
curse.
ItĘs getting worse, until IĘm covered up in dirt.
The pain it hurts.
That be the reason why my blast first.
ęCause I refuse to be a victim in the black
hears.
Memories up with child runninĘ wild.
I couldnĘt smile, because my motherfuckinĘ life
was foul.
A troubled child, stressinĘ from his childhood
years.
Heavenly father. Could you please wipe away my
tears.
Verse 4: Reginelli
I could remember way back, when a! nigga was
sick.
I just to watch my brother do some dangerous
shit.
Staying out all night, mama worrying sick.
Wondering if he was dead or just play with a
bitch.
But when I saw this wild nigga came up like I
did.
When I eat dwellars, when the niggas start to
slanging that shit.
I tight up on my hustle. Start to paying the
bills.
Shading tills, ęcause my brother got locked up
for three years.
After that a nigga start to grabbinĘ the mic.
Write rap, on sheet of paper, making solider shit
tight.
Three years later, my brother came home from
jail.
TellinĘ me he wrote rap, when he was strapped in
a cell.
A week later, we was some No limit soliders.
Gambino family, for all the readers and rollers.
But you can tell a nigga been shading some tears.
By the way I live.
My childhood years.
Chorus repeated once.
Outro: C-murder (talking) with Porsha singing
Childhood years.
Shading tears.
For ! all my dead peers.
Hard time strapped in the game.
Try to maintain
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