Papers And Lines

[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

(Chorus)

[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

(Chorus)