If Ya Ask Me

Track meet... If ya ask me... Uh... Running through that money Like a track meet Just bought a quarter pounder Hope it last me Crossing niggas out Like they last week 'Cause I'm my competition If ya ask me Running through that money Like a track meet Just bought a quarter pounder Hope it last me Crossing niggas out Like they last week 'Cause I'm my competition If ya ask me Ain't no imposter like spaghetti Hell I want the lettuce Pretty face, pretty feet She know I got a fetish I'm the answer to the question Still, I leave'm guessing Riding, blowing on the strong Almost got caught up flexin' You can't group me with nun Me and my church separate From the rest of the congregation You contemplating I'm hungry for it Stomach talking like a conversation I can't ignore it, shit I tried That was my confirmation Smoking out this quarter bag Yeah I hope it last Smoking blunt after blunt Yea I got it bad Blew a few dollars just because But never touched the stash 'Cause being broke It irritate me like a bad rash Putting in work But had to pull a double Being stuck in this cycle I swear that be the struggle Ain't gotta look in the mirror To know where my head at I'm talking mind set You just a set back Running through that money Like a track meet Just bought a quarter pounder Hope it last me Crossing niggas out Like they last week 'Cause I'm my competition If ya ask me Running through that money Like a track meet Just bought a quarter pounder Hope it last me Crossing niggas out Like they last week 'Cause I'm my competition If ya ask me Rapping since a youngster From the south Just read ya compass All a nigga want is commas But don't forget the numbers It wasn't nothing else to ponder Want to ball, I need a jumper So I'm writing while they slumber Smoking wood, and not no lumber You want to be the champ You got to make it up the ramp You got to Make it through some obstacles Anything is possible The move, it gotta make sense Now I'm talking logical Kill the beat, died on the scene Couldn't make it to the hospital Rolling up the gas She inhale it through her nostril Her vibe don't really sit well I like her body posture though She know I'm laid back and cool Suck me like a popsicle Wasn't trying to f*ck In this location What you drop it for Beat drop Got my head nodding On some other shit Meant every word that I was saying So Ian mumble it Cash bag there Is you gone spend it all Or some of it Know a nigga sick Super sick They couldn't stomach it Running through that money Like a track meet Just bought a quarter pounder Hope it last me Crossing niggas out Like they last week 'Cause I'm my competition If ya ask me Running through that money Like a track meet Just bought a quarter pounder Hope it last me Crossing niggas out Like they last week 'Cause I'm my competition If ya ask me