Jelly Roll – Papers And Lines lyrics

[Chorus: Sample scratches Mobb Deep]
I put my life line
In between the paper's lines
My life my my life

I put my life line
In between the paper's lines
My life my my life

I put my life line
In between the paper's lines
My life my my life

[Verse 1]
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

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[Second Verse]
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

Yea - but someone let me in
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
That 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

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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 get my head right
This last fucker got
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
It was back to crack cooking

I remember back to spring time
Back in 08
Getting money
Caught another fucking dope case

09 me and Roller dropped 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 got it how we live
Now Juicy J calls me
Like his

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