Sarah J - APB lyrics

[Hook: Lecrae and 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 [Verse 1: Thi'sl] 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 [Hook: Lecrae and 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 [Hook: Lecrae and 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 [Verse 2: Lecrae] 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 {WHOOP-WHOOP} 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 pa**ing 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 s**er s**ed 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