Текст песни Tearz4Kazo - OvertownKid

Long love jasmine and Aaliyah
Big Al and lil Al died the same week, right before Christmas
Rambo got outta jail and died before I got to eat a meal with him
Malcolm and eggs broke my heart
Ima keep this clean cause I want the world to hear me
I'm a Overtownkid throwin' fours
And a problem child left for dead
These are my growing pains

Pray over my food fo I eat
Came up from that third ward zone East
Where everybody thrown fours in the streets
And them hard times turned you to a beast

No looking back just reflecting on the beat
Nothing sweet but sunsets on the beach
Got some dirt on my boots for these gold teeth
My old boy never saw my goatee

I roll trees for the times I had dreams
'Bout what I should've said before he r.i.p
And pour drinks for the homies on a tee
I'm so grateful for the life that I can see

Lil Kazo made the hood cry a creek
Why I keep a purple rag at my feet
No trust I gave the heat floor seats
Been Thugging hard Overtown tatted on me

Wrote the hood love songs when I was down bad
Never last cause the real always bounce back
Killers was the role models they ain't all bad
Thought Dope boys the only ones that got to count stacks

Cause we was so broke
Growing up Cop killers was the ones that gave me hope
Mama had to work we would barely stay afloat
I was sneaking out the house smoking weed just to cope

Issa slippery slope
From hooping to serving coke
Ducking shots in gunfights
And getting jammed by them folks
I Seen people close to me turn to bodies on the floor
I got this game from Og's I'm just sharing what I know

And I don't know much
But every time you doing dirt keep a semi clutched
And If you lack then you betta run and better duck
All this survivors guilt think I'm running outta luck
If I'm running out of luck

Pray over my food fo I eat
Came up from that third ward zone East
Where everybody thrown fours in the streets
And them hard times turned you to a beast

No looking back just reflecting on the beat
Nothing sweet but sunsets on the beach
Got some dirt on my boots for these gold teeth
My old boy never saw my goatee

I roll trees for the times I had dreams
'Bout what I should've said before he r.i.p
And pour drinks for my homies on a tee
I'm so grateful for the life that I can see

Lil Kazo made the hood cry a creek
Why I keep a purple rag at my feet
No trust I gave the heat floor seats
Been Thugging hard Overtown tatted on me

And I cry tears of a G
I cry tears of a G