Lirik Lagu Childhood Years - Gambino Family
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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.. 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-MurderMy 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.Drink
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-MurderMy 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.Drink
