Ballin' Outta Control


[Featuring LeVitti]

Pushed in the game at a young age

Feel me touch me as I turn the page

A little past ten roughly about

eleven years old dropped in the good location

My scratch is smellin sour and it's stinkin

got a nigga seriously thinkin

"How can I kill this odor

and purchase me a Lincoln?"

Minimum wage flippin patties nope

I'd rather fuck around with Coca Cola yola

Ice cream candy, granola, huh

Slave for men - that's what they told me

and I'll break you off somethin suitable

Brought you a key of crack quicker than ?

? recoupable

? future black and beautiful

My partners used to be plucked and ugly

Hangin around them old squeegee boys

Man them the motherfuckers that have love for me

They straight cut for me

Deal me, touch me, L-O-V-E


I spits the shit from the T-O-P

It's me, the E, droppin it nuclear all the time

Motherfucker comin from the motherfuckin.. mud

Fuck you niggaz, you think I sell my soul

But I'm way too cold, motherfucker!

Chorus: LeVitti

Sittin in my livin room

Thinkin of, a master plan

Gotta find a way out

Then I snatch the scratch, and laugh

So I painted me a picture

of a life, to make a dream

Can you feel me now

Ballin outta control, ballin outta control

Fresh off the showroom flo', bought me a ninety-fo'

Now I'm havin long money, like Ross Perot, so take

notes from a big ol' ? pimp, pretty much established

Livin out of hand lavish

Throwin parties ?

with big time folks makin big time cabbage

Become a savage, get swoll by ones

Twenty a drum's established

Six figure digits