Apb - Lecrae, Thi'sl

Ten-Four 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

Saint Louis my city dog, west side, was the block

While you was in the crib playing with Legos

I was out there trying to get blocks

Momma gone, daddy gone, just me and my hood, dawg

SuWooping, beaned up, like I’m bout to go play baseball

Before you ever heard about Jeezy boy I was already on some Trap or Die

Was a goon, 'fore it was cool, You can still see the pain in my eyes

What you know about sitting in a jail cell, felonies, murder case

Best friend, rolled on me, take the stand, turned state

I am a felon, I tell no lie

Hand on the Bible, hand to the sky

I wanna live, I ain’t wanna die

When they rolled upon me and let them bullets fly

That could have been the end, dawg

One way, Hell’s gates

But the Lord stepped in, chose to show grace

Could have been laid in the box, dawg

6 of my homeboys carry me

But I’m alive and the old me gone

Cause everyday dawg I bury me

Ten-Four 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

Ten-Four 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

Ok, 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, though some things I can’t remember

Those who knew me be like «who he?», they tripping off the new me

They like «Man, where the old 'Crae?

You crazy, you can’t fool me

I would party so hard that the law was tryna find me

I pray to God they ain’t find me But then I hear the

Look up in the rear view and they’re 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 gave them my ID, and guess what they say

«This boy here crazy, naw that’s just Crae»

Man I was psycho, wild as the hundreds

I do like the Chi, doing whatever I wanted

Until I was confronted, heard about Jesus and I changed

They like «man what you do?

Something '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 «different» can’t explain it

Put the APB out on me, if they find me that’s amazing

Ten-Four 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

Ten-Four 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