Recreation (feat. Jontavian Barber)

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I got a quarter million problems
No single one of em is a hoe
I want Versace and watches and to floss in 
I just want my mom in designer clothes 
I got a quarter million problems
No single one of em is a hoe
I want Versace and watches and to floss in 
I just want my mom in designer clothes 

I got a quarter million problems
No single one of em is a hoe
I want Versace and watches and to floss in 
I just want my mom in designer clothes 
They Counted me out when I showed competition
And now I got flows on top of flows
I'm talking dough on top of dope
And rolls on top of rolls 
And bros on top of shows
Look at the stats 
I'm the top five and this bitch and I still got thrown down to the rats
No claiming the greatest, but losing my patience I'm over the flexing
The fronting, and fake shit
You niggas complaisant 
I cannot take it no more 
ATL dump the clip and we ram through the door
With the semis, the autos, the solids, the hollows 
The 40, the bottles, you pray to the lord, uh
Regroup your blessings 
One more f*ck up and I'm calling the reverend 
Going Kronos chef you up with some nectar 
Meal of a titan I eat it for breakfast
I'm ready for seconds uh
Niggas quit talking so reckless uh
Niggas gone snatch off that necklace uh
Niggas gone put you in check bitch uh
Check this uh
Ain't no applying pressure bitch I'm bout it bout it how you really feel?
Niggas talking talking 
But the glock ain't popping is you motherfuckers really in the field?
Niggas draking draking but the tommy singing 
And it's catching pussy niggas in they feels
No I don't make music for the entertainment of these motherfuckers 
That be claiming real

I got a quarter million problems
No single one of em is a hoe
I want Versace and watches and to floss in 
I just want my mom in designer clothes 
I got a quarter million problems
No single one of em is a hoe
I want Versace and watches and to floss in 
I just want my mom in designer clothes 

I want the Gucci, the Fendi, the Prada 
I'm after anything my mama thought of
Bitch I been working working niggas lurking
Searching for a way to snatch it out ya pocket
You know imma kill it when I get it, flip it
And torture the game cause I got it on lock
I make shit for the block for when they speakers knock sure 
To let the whole city know just how we rockin
I gotta confess 
Most of these local artists sounding like they so fucking stressed 
Coins filling up ya pocket from Supreme 
You copping must be making you fucking depressed 
You should go buy a vest for the niggas thats gunning gunning
If you step in Atlanta you running running 
That's Word to GRiO ARSN he's always sprinting 
When bro step in the booth bro is always killing
That's what Atlanta gone do to you
Biting ya nails and ya pushing back cuticles 
Talking that shit and you hide in ya cubicle 
Shooting ya shots at the fuckers that's rude to you uh
No climbing we fly to the top of the pole
Fly through the industry fly for the gold
Fly round the world til we got it on hold
Conquer the competition niggas know 
Ready for clothes and parties and the crazy times that niggas pop the mollies
And the bitch ass niggas that get hella salty
When I'm in the penthouse and they bitches want me no no
Making these millions straight off of the flow
Chilling with gang and just counting up dough
Ready for castles I'm heir to the throne
Chasing a billion and millions of homes

I got a quarter million problems
No single one of em is a hoe
I want Versace and watches and to floss in 
I just want my mom in designer clothes 
I got a quarter million problems
No single one of em is a hoe
I want Versace and watches and to floss in 
I just want my mom in designer clothes 

I got a quarter million problems 
But none of them is a hoe 
And my problems don't determine where I go  
What doesn't kill ya makes you stronger 
Now I got a Hercules ass flow 
Arnold Schwarzenegger shit 
I'm bout to terminate and blow 
On anybody in the way 
Anybody get it 
That's on any day 
Anybody got a problem 
Anybody getting bodied 
Catch you rolling with ya posse 
I might cause a damn scene You better pray 
On the track it's not safe 
You going up against a giant 
Who ain't ever like the rules
Since a kid I've been defiant 
Yea I'll make ya favorite go retire 
Catch em in the corner folded up  he crying 
Got em mad now 
They forming an alliance 
Dear Heavenly Father 
You teach all your sons 
And yo daughters 
To worship your name 
And don't go starting problems 
Our world is crazy put it in an asylum 
Nothing but the  evil ,the villans , the goblins 
They Counted me out, missed a step,
Tell em count again 
Bet you next go around 
Niggas gon count me in
I'll come around again 
That's cuz I'm bound to win 
Roger that 
Johnny boy yes we so proud him 
Can't wait until My shit drop like it's visine 
Quarter million problems 
You don't know the shit that I've seen 
99 problems 
Imma still push through 
Cuz it's Jontavian nigga 
I'm the got damn  truth 

And this is for 
Anybody that be faking for the views 
Reality and the fantasies are not to be confused 
Jaw dropping ass verse 
Close your mouth I see the drool 
How I buck at the beat 
Make everybody think I'm rude 
No actually 
I'm a chill laid back 
Kinda dude 
My nigga LAV hit me up and told me get inside the booth 
Going crazy in this bitch like I'm off the grey goose
I'm using these huge words 
And only the  ones with couth 
Can understand the way that i articulate 
My rhymes 
And gods the only person 
That can halt the way I grind 
I really  think it's time 
To murder all these 
Beats like it's a crime 
Then ride the motherfucking baseline 
It's a heist 
But only the culture vultures 
Getting killed 
Imitating what we live 
But ain't having much to give  
I stepped off In The building just 
To show em my skill 
And I'm coming with an army 
Grab the sword and the shield 
Bitch!

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