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 TRAPPED IN A GHETTO CAGE
My scratch is smellin sour and it's stinkin
Got a n***a seriously thinkin
How can I kill this odor
And purchase me a Lincoln
Minimum wage flippin patties nope
I'd rather f**k 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**kers 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 s**t from the T O P
It's me the E droppin it nuclear all the time
Motherf**ker comin from the motherf**kin MIND
F**k you n***az you think I sell my soul
But I'm way too cold motherf**ker
LeVitti
Sittin in my livin room
Thinkin of a master plan
Tryin to find a way out
HOW TO STACH the scratch
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**kers want a piece of my soul
Playa haters wanna cut my grass
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**ker proud fool assed ridiculous
Straight f**kin 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**ker
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***az trippin off me cause I was a young motherf**ker ballin
Every other f**kin day I'm tellin my SOHABS OUGHTTA quit
N***az trippin off me cause I was a young motherf**ker ballin
We can get it on we can get it on
N***az trippin off me cause I was a young motherf**ker 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 WHOLE
UNIT in a big a*s gumbo pot
Full stir
Let it settle to make it lock
Horse races trips to Vegas frequent flier
Whassup you timah when your a*s gonna retire
I ain't knowin
Keep tellin myself that I'ma call it quits
But I got myself
Too much motherf**kin 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***az be tryin to make movies
When they get all in front of these bootch a*s 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**k these n***az they think I'll sell my soul
But I'm way too cold motherf**ker
