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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,