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 f**king 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 motherf**kinĘ 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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