Childhood Years Lyrics by Gambino Family

Childhood Years

f/ 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.
. Theres so much pain

Verse 1: ????
I remember as a little kid.
Growing up. Many of my friends didnt make it up to bricks.
Punished for the shit that they did, it gets so hard to live.
Mama cut the same tears, livin in fears.
Wondering if their son died or survived.
But mama, Im cutting the 45.
I die, tell mama dont cry.
Dry eyes, cause 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 Im hoping that the heavens here.
I cry, cause the Lord knows how m! any years Ive tried.
But this lifes a lie. It aint not a hope unless a nigga die.
Lord why!!, Lord why!!

Verse 2: ????
My childhood years was kinda rough because my pops werent there.
I was left to peer. Always pay but no one to share.
These hard times, stressin to sell nickels and dimes.
Had to support my family, no one else was puttin time.
Reminiscing about on dead peers troughout the the years.
No more tears, my childhood years with scrilla fifth.
Whos 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.
Its hella scary.
Im trapped, and I dont wanna die in a cemetery.
This ghetto ties got me livin in pain.
Lord knows I dont 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.
Its getting worse, until Im covered up in dirt.
The pain it hurts.
That be the reason why my blast first.
Cause I refuse to be a victim in the black hears.
Memories up with child runnin wild.
I couldnt smile, because my motherfuckin life was foul.
A troubled child, stressin 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, cause my brother got locked up for three years.
After that a nigga start to grabbin the mic.
Write rap, on sheet of paper, making solider shit tight.
Three years later, my brother came home from jail.
Tellin 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