Childhood Years Gambino Family (Ft. 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