Ballin' Outta Control

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 **** seriously thinkin', "How can I kill this odor, and purchase me a Lincoln?"

Minimum wage flippin' patties? Nope

I 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 you bring me back

There are some things recoupable, gonna smooch you, black is beautiful

My partners used to be plucked and ugly

Hangin' around them ol' squeegee boys, man them the motherfuckers that have love for me

They straight cut for me

Deal me, touch me

L-O-V-E, E-to-the-F-to-the-O-R-T-Y

I spit's 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 ****, you think I sell my soul?

But I'm way too cold, motherfucker

Sittin' in my livin room

Thinkin' of a master plan

Tryna to find a way out

Then I snatch the scratch, and laugh (Ah, yeah)

So I painted me a picture

Of a life, to make a dream

Can ya' feel me now?

Ballin' outta control (Ah, yeah)

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' Shakie the pimp, pretty much established

Livin' out of hand lavish, throwin' parties so Madrid

Closer feelin' with big time folks, makin' big time cabbage

Become a savage

Get swoll by ones, twenty a drum's established

Six figure digits

Just like I tell you, like I got the whole city sewed up in stitches

Your product'll, win if you gots top grade (But ya' gotta)

Keep, your lawyers and your bail bondsmen paid

The word on the street's is that I done came up too fast

Motherfuckers want a piece of my soul, playa haters wanna cut my grass

You don't wanna bring your bitch into what the top act is pourin', out of control, sittin' on tickets

Million dollar spots, technology chops, and a motherfucker proud fool-assed ridiculous

Straight fuckin em up like that

Throw me my strap, man

I don't believe these fools feel me, reverend would you put some blessin' oil on my head and heal me?

I never sell my soul, 'cause I'm way too cold, motherfucker

Ballin' outta control

This ol' game, kids they run

Never get a second chance (Yeah)

So take me to this world

Somebody's always tryna to getcha'

I guess by now you get the picture (Ah, yeah)

Of what I'm tryin to say

I'm ballin' outta control

**** is trippin' off me, 'cause I was a young motherfucker ballin'

Every other fuckin' day, I'm tellin' my fahahas I quit

**** is trippin' off me, 'cause I was a young motherfucker ballin'

We can get it on, we can get it on

**** is trippin' off me, 'cause I was a young motherfucker ballin'

Forty one, and let them know

Even though my pocket's fat, my belly's bigger

Gots to come sick, sick, sick wit' it

Throw, the ho, y'know in a big ass gumbo pot

Full stir, let it settle to make it lock (Huh)

Horse races, trips to Vegas, frequent flier

"Whassup you timah, when your ass gonna retire?"

I ain't knowin

Keep tellin' myself that I'mma call it quits

But I got myself too much motherfuckin' cabbage out there runnin' in the streets (Uh)

Lookin up out the way for the one time Po-Po Penelope seriously concentratin'

Noided as I watch the back for all of my chemistry, 'cause fools be playa hatin'

Lucrative spots and blows

Investments, bonds and stocks

Esquired land and crops

Techno chops and Glocks

'Cause **** be tryin' to make movies, when they get all in front of these bootch ass hoochies

I be like poppin' the cap like a hungry mother

I ain't even gon' lie I'm to'

Twoasted, looped, to' back, souped

Plastered, puked, on the get back, fully recouped

Fuck these ****, they think I'll sell my soul

But I'm way too cold, motherfucker

Sittin' in my livin' room

Thinkin' of a master plan

Tryna find a way out (How can I find a fuckin' way out?)

Then I snatch the scratch, and laugh

So I painted me a picture

Of a life, to make a dream (Ah, yeah)

Can you feel me now? (Sing that shit, boy)

I'm ballin' outta control

I'm ballin' outta control

Yeah-yeah

I'm ballin' outta control

Out of motherfuckin' control

Ooh, I'm ballin' outta control

'Cause I'm way too cold

Yeah-yeah, I'm ballin' outta control

Motherfucker

Ah yeah

Oh-oh- oh-oh-oh, yeah

Feel me mane?

I feel you mane

Can you feel me mane?

Yeah, I feel you mane, yes

Vitti can you feel me?

I feel ya'

Motherfucker, can you feel me?

Yeah-yeah-yeah

Feel me mane?

I feel you mane

Feel me boy?

I'm ballin' outta control

Every fuckin' time

Yeah, yeah, yeah

All day

Motherfucker