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APB Lyrics

feat. Thi'sl

from Church Clothes

"APB" is track #2 on the album Church Clothes. It was written by Ernest Brown, Travis Tremayne Tyler, Le Crae Devaughn Moore, Darren Lockings.
"APB" is track #2 on the album Church Clothes. It was written by Ernest Brown, Travis Tremayne Tyler, Le Crae Devaughn Moore, Darren Lockings.

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Saint Louis my city dawg. 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 dogs.
Suwoopin, beamed up, like I'm bout to go play baseball.
Before you heard about Jeezy boy. I was already on some trape or die.
Was a goon foolish too, You can still see the banger in my eye.
What you know about sitting in a jail cell felonies murder case.
Best friend rolled on me took the stand, turned state.
I am a felon I can not lie hand on the Bible, Head 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 gaze 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 dog I burry me.
Hydro-ponic lungs Top Shelf Liver.
Limber lil tender, I can chop down timber.
I was no pretender certified offender, never no surrender.
My amnesia's circumstantial, tho 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 ol'crae, you crazy you can't fool me.
I'm a party so hard that the laws 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. Now "Boy what's your name? "
'Cause you was doing 85 in the passing lane with no traffic, mane.
Then I give them my ID, and guess what they say.
"This boy here crazy, nah that's just Crae".
Mane I was psycho, wild as the hundreds.
I-Go/ago like the Chi, doing whatever I wanted.
Until I was confronted, heard about Jesus and I changed.
They like man what you do, talkin bout you just ain't the same.
I was dead, The old me was nothin 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 you find me, that's amazing.


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