Jelly Roll - Papers And Lines lyrics
Jelly Roll [Jason Bradley DeFord] Antioch, Tennessee, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Jelly Roll - Papers And Lines lyrics]
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 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
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 limit's
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
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 Hit's 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
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 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
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 limit's
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
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 Hit's 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