Recreation

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 fuck 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!