Sam Bostic - Ballin' Outta Control lyrics

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 n***a seriously thinkin "How can I k** this odor, and purchase me a Lincoln?" Minimum wage flippin patties - nope I'd rather f** 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 motherf**ers that have love for me They straight cut for me Deal me, touch me, L-O-V-E E-to-the-F-to-the-R-T-Y I spits the sh** from the T-O-P It's me, the E, droppin it nuclear all the time Motherf**er comin from the motherf**in.. mud f** you n***as, you think I sell my soul But I'm way too cold, motherf**er! Chorus: LeVitti Sittin in my livin room Thinkin of, a master plan Tryin to 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, just like I tell you like I got the whole city sewed up in stitches Your product'll win if you gots top grade Keep, your law-yers and your bail bondsmen paid The word on the street's is that I done came up too fast Motherf**ers want a piece of my soul Playa haters wanna cut my gra** You don't wanna bring your b**h To what type of ? out of control sittin on tickets Million dollar spots, technology chops And a motherf**er proud fool-a**ed ridiculous Straight f**in em up like that, throw me my strap man ? feel me Reverend would you put some blessin oil on my head And hear me I never sell my soul cause I'm way too cold Motherf**er! Ballin outta control Interlud: LeVitti This ol' game, kids they run Never get a second chance So take me to this world Now there's always time, to getcha I guess by now you get the picture Of what I'm tryin to say I'm ballin outta control "n***as trippin off me cause I was a young motherf**er ballin" "Every other f**in day I'm tellin my sahies how to quit" "n***as trippin off me cause I was a young motherf**er ballin" "We can get it on, we can get it on" "n***as trippin off me cause I was a young motherf**er ballin" "Forty-Water, straight lettin em know" "Even though my pocket's fat and my belly's bigger.. Gots to come Sic-Sic-Sic-Wid-It" Throw, the ho Y'know in a big a** gumbo pot Full stir Let it settle to make it lock Horse races, trips to Vegas, frequent flier "Wha**up you timah, when your a** gonna retire?" I ain't knowin Keep tellin myself that I'mma call it quits But I got myself Too much motherf**in cabbage out there runnin in the streets 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 n***as be tryin to make movies When they get all in front of these bootch a** 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 f** these n***as they think I'll sell my soul But I'm way too cold, motherf**er! Chorus [LeVi] Yeah yeah, I'm ballin outta control [E-40] Out of motherf**in control [LeV] I'm ballin outta control [E-40] Cause I'm way too cold [Lev] Yayayy, I'm ballin outta control [E-40] Motherfu*kER! Ah yeah Feel me main [LeV] I feel you main [E-40] Can you feel me main [LeV] Yeah, I feel you main [E-40] Vitti can you feel me? [LeV] I feel yah! [E-40] Motherf**er can you feel me? [LeV] Yeahahayahahah! [E-40] Feel me main [LeV] I feel you main [E-40] Feel me boy? [LeV] I'm ballin outta control, yeahahahhh [E-40] Every f**in time All day, motherf**er