Papers And Lines - Jelly Roll

I put my life time in between the paper’s lines

My life, my my my life

Twelve years old I caught my first case

Never really get shit on my birthdays

Fourteen before I even got my first date

Stupid bitch wouldn’t let me get to first base

Eleven years later it’s like I live a dream

Fucking bad bitches straight outta magazines

On Bill Street with the baddest bitch I ever seen

And she’s falling in love is what she’s telling me

But press rewind back to the grind

Fifteen years old selling nicks for dimes

Caught a robbery case, shipped off again

This time did a couple juvenile pen

Came right back, still going hard

Fucked up, caught another robbery charge

Me and Robin McJuggers was charge partners

I did a couple more, came home in a dark Charger

I put my life time in between the paper’s lines

My life, my my my life

Left out a part, so let’s add up

At seventeen I was charged as an adult

Made bond and I came home

Only thing I really wanted was a microphone

Mouth of the south, battles up and out of limits

Seventeen too young to even try to win it

Yeah, but somebody let me in in it

When they did it I don’t think they thought that I could win it

But I did it, made 'em all victims

Start to finish every single sentence

And then the judge made me finish my sentence

One of the few rappers really live what I’m spitting

Remember my 16's when they ain’t written

No bullshitting, I’m the hottest in the city

A lot of folks with me, I can’t stay out the box

Record labels won’t sign me 'cause they know I’m on the block

I put my life time in between the paper’s lines

My life, my my my life

I came home then I dropped my first mixtape

I swore to God that was bout to be my big break

Gambling on a Whiteboy was supposed to be a hit

That mother fucker dropped and didn’t sell shit

Stressed out, started working on volume 2

Cause rap and crack was all I knew

The Hate Goes On started really moving

Selective Hits gave me distribution

Dope City Records, the halfway house

Here is foreign cash did that bitch sold out

Snagged some pocket money to keep my head right

This last fuckin' get killed at a red light

Five months later Cren came home

Eight months after that he fucking overdosed

Dropped Mr. Controversy, didn’t even push it

Cause by that time Bill was back to crack cooking

I remember back to spring time in 08

Getting money, caught another fucking dope case

09 me and Roller worked on volume 3

Before it dropped had some labels fucking calling me

Me and Big Baby still trapping on the side

The day before the mixtape dropped Dre died

I crashed out, sent to a halfway house

Late December that year I came out

2010 Wyte signed me to a deal

Second song we cut was Pop Another Pill

That bitch blew up, we get it how we live

Now Juicy J calls me like his

I put my life time in between the paper’s lines

My life, my my my life