Ballin' Outta Control - E-40

[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 
E-to-the-F-to-the-R-T-Y 
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