Papers And Lines

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 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 outa' magazines On Bill Street With the baddest bitch I ever seen And she's fallen' 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 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 Left out a part So lets 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 left 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 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 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 I came home Then I dropped my first mixtape I swore to God That was about 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 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 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