Saint Louis my city dawg. West side was the block
While you were still playing with legos I was out there trying to give blocks
Momma gone, daddy gone, it's just me and my hood, dawg
Subuffing, beaned up, like I'm bout to go play baseball
Before you heard about Jesus, boy. I was already some trap or die
What it's done? For all is 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, rolled on me, take the stand, turned state.
I am a fellon, I tell no lie, hand on the Bible, hand to the sky
I want to live, I ain't wanna die when they roll upon me and let them bullets fly
They could have been the end, dawg
One way, hell's gate 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, dawg I bury me.
I can't hatch upon the claws, Hydro-plonic lungs
Limbo low 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 the weather. Oh, great, 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}
Lookin' in the rear view when they are right behind me
Roll down my window. Now "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 do like the Chi, doing whatever I wanted
Until I was confronted, heard about Jesus and I changed
They're likin' what you do, just that 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'm rolling
Now I'm in good milk carton status and if you can't explain it
Put the APB out on me, if you find me, that's amazing.
Lecrae - APB Lyrics
Lecrae - APB Lyrics
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Saint Louis my city dawg. West side was the block
While you were still playing with legos I was out there trying to give blocks
Momma gone, daddy gone, it's just me and my hood, dawg
Subuffing, beaned up, like I'm bout to go play baseball
Before you heard about Jesus, boy. I was already some trap or die
What it's done? For all is 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, rolled on me, take the stand, turned state.
I am a fellon, I tell no lie, hand on the Bible, hand to the sky
I want to live, I ain't wanna die when they roll upon me and let them bullets fly
They could have been the end, dawg
One way, hell's gate 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, dawg I bury me.
I can't hatch upon the claws, Hydro-plonic lungs
Limbo low 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 the weather. Oh, great, 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}
Lookin' in the rear view when they are right behind me
Roll down my window. Now "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 do like the Chi, doing whatever I wanted
Until I was confronted, heard about Jesus and I changed
They're likin' what you do, just that 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'm rolling
Now I'm in good milk carton status and if you can't explain it
Put the APB out on me, if you find me, that's amazing.
While you were still playing with legos I was out there trying to give blocks
Momma gone, daddy gone, it's just me and my hood, dawg
Subuffing, beaned up, like I'm bout to go play baseball
Before you heard about Jesus, boy. I was already some trap or die
What it's done? For all is 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, rolled on me, take the stand, turned state.
I am a fellon, I tell no lie, hand on the Bible, hand to the sky
I want to live, I ain't wanna die when they roll upon me and let them bullets fly
They could have been the end, dawg
One way, hell's gate 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, dawg I bury me.
I can't hatch upon the claws, Hydro-plonic lungs
Limbo low 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 the weather. Oh, great, 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}
Lookin' in the rear view when they are right behind me
Roll down my window. Now "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 do like the Chi, doing whatever I wanted
Until I was confronted, heard about Jesus and I changed
They're likin' what you do, just that 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'm rolling
Now I'm in good milk carton status and if you can't explain it
Put the APB out on me, if you find me, that's amazing.
Writer: DARREN LOCKINGS, ERNEST BROWN, LE CRAE DEVAUGHN MOORE, TRAVIS TREMAYNE TYLER
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Performed By: Lecrae
Written by: DARREN LOCKINGS, ERNEST BROWN, LE CRAE DEVAUGHN MOORE, TRAVIS TREMAYNE TYLER