APB by Lecrae, Thi'sl

Church Clothes by Lecrae

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APB
by Lecrae, Thi'sl

Album: Church Clothes

"Ay 10-4 Charlie, I think we got a problem. That boy right there gone, put an APB out on him"
"You seen him?"
"He gone"
"You seen him?"
"He gone"
"You seen him?"
"He outta there"
"You seen him?"
"He gone"

St. Louis my city, dawg. West side, what's the block
While you was in the crib playing with legos I was out there trying to give blocks
Momma gone, daddy gone, it's just me and my hood, dawg
shoo-whoopin, beamed up, like i'm about to go play baseball
Before you ever heard about Jeezy, boy. I was already on some trapida
Was a goon, 'For it was cool. You can still see the pain in my eye
What you know about sitting in a jail cell, family needs, murder case,
Best friend, rolling lonely, take the stand, term stayed.

I am a fellon, I tell no lie, hand on the Bible, head to the sky
I want to live, I ain't wanna die when they rolled upon me and let them bullets fly

They could have been the end, dawg
One way, hell's gates but the Lord stepped in
Chose to, show grace. Could have been layed in the box, dawg
6 of my homeboys carry me, but I'm alive and the old me gone
'Cause everyday gone got burry me.

"Ay 10-4 Charlie, I think we got a problem. That boy right there gone, put an APB out on him"
"You seen him?"
"He gone"
"You seen him?"
"He gone"
"You seen him?"
"He outta there"
"You seen him?"
"He gone"
"Ay 10-4 Charlie, I think we got a problem. That boy right there gone, put an APB out on him"
"You seen him?"
"He gone"
"You seen him?"
"He gone"
"You seen him?"
"He outta there"
"You seen him?"
"He gone"

Hydroponic lungs, top-shelf liver
Limb a lil tender, I can chop down timber
I was no pretender, certified offender, never know surrender
My amnesia's circumstantial, there're some things I can't remember
Those who knew me be like "who he? ", they're trippin off the new me
They like "man, where the old 'Crae" you're crazy, you can't fool me.
I'm a party so hard that the law tryin' to find me
I pray to God they ain't find me. But then I hear a whoo-whoo
Look up in the rear view and they right behind me
Roll down my window. "boy what's your name? "
'Cause you was doing 85 in the passing lane with no traffic, man
Then I give them my ID, and guess what they say
"This boy here crazy, now that's just Crae"
And I was psycho, wild as the hun is
I don't like to shout, doing whatever I wanted
Until I was confronted, heard about Jesus and I changed
They're like man what you do, talkin 'bout you just ain't the same.
I was dead. The old me was nothing but a sucker
Sucked the life out of my mother, just to get the stuff I wanted
Now I'm milk carton status and if you can't explain it
Put the APB out on me, if they find me, that's amazing.

"Ay 10-4 Charlie, I think we got a problem. That boy right there gone, put an APB out on him"
"You seen him?"
"He gone"
"You seen him?"
"He gone"
"You seen him?"
"He outta there"
"You seen him?"
"He gone"
"Ay 10-4 Charlie, I think we got a problem. That boy right there gone, put an APB out on him"
"You seen him?"
"He gone"
"You seen him?"
"He gone"
"You seen him?"
"He outta there"
"You seen him?"
"He gone"