APB

(アルバム： Church Clothes - 2012)

10-4 Charlie
Go ahead
I think we got a problem
Yeah
That boy right there gone
Good work Charlie

Hey 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

Saint Louis my city dawg. West side, was the block
While you was in the crib playing with Legos
I was out there tryna get blocks
Momma gone, daddy gone, just me and my hood, dawg
Su-wooping, 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 lies, 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

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

Hey 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

Hey 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

I get 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're tripping off the new me
They like man where the old 'Crae. You crazy, you can't fool me
I'mma party so hard that the law tryna find me
I pray to God they ain't find me. But then I hear a whoo-whoo
Looking in the rear view when they are 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 OK, and guess what they say
"This boy here crazy, now that's just Crae"
Man I was psycho, wild as the hundreds
I go like the Chi, doing whatever I wanted
Until I was confronted, heard about Jesus and I changed
They're 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

10-4 Charlie, I think we got a problem
That boy right there gone, put an APB out em
You seen em', he gone
Seen em', he gone
You seen em', he out here
Seen em' he gone

10-4 Charlie, I think we got a problem
That boy right there gone, put an APB out em
You seen em', he gone
Seen em', he gone
You seen em', he out here
Seen em' he gone