Yo Gotti - Pay the Rent lyrics

[Hook: Young Jeezy] You love that hood that you represent You bout that working and all that money spent A n***a owe you every cent My n***as hustle hard just to pay the rent My n***as busting just to pay the rent Cause b**hes nothing we need or set We reunite n***a when we spend My n***as hustle hard just to pay the rent [Verse 1: Juvenile] NO's my birthplace, thug water my T-shirt I'm uptown in these hot blocks where there feens walk then this feet heard It's DJ on rebirth, fat boys on stakeout No hard heels just chuck taylors In case I might break up Right now is drought season Watch how it's gonna play out Last night two teenagers got k**ed up in Jose house Feel like there's no way out Guess I gotta just stay down Play ball and sell dope Project's my playground D bought a new condo He ain't even sleep in his bed yet Cause this girl all in his D talking 'bout bill he ain't even pay yet Thought how to be cool with it Real n***as ain't bad at it These motherf**ers who owe me Chopping off their head now [Hook] [Verse 2: Young Jeezy] I go back like dro bags n***a Michael Jordan n***a 96 Streets dry, I came through Lebron james Game 6 Drive lane right behind the back Two cars back on my main drive They Pulling on they find the bricks Ain't Worried Bout It cause my mane lie On Two A pack too fly Selling in the street no B by Why they call it white president n***as all I see is this green god n***a I ain't going to my mama house Try being my mama mouth Your trap boomin you ain't rit up You don't need last for half hour Tap for they owe me DEA they want me Still serve the whole hood out the town Theat the prices like my compound Bag landed me the touchdown They was going for the touchdown n***a cask up before they touched down [Hook] [Verse 3: Yo Gotti] It's summer town my airport, my house light 400 degrees Money long my bills high so still flippin money in these streets Juvenile, I've been wild, big pistols, coke piles Old Chevy, big wheels Tight motor, gun loud Don't know hard You a b**h n***a Ten bricks you a rich n***a Part time i rap n***a Now out of town i hits n***as Can't shake my problems Low key I'll be robbin' Weapon of choice that .38 Cause I fell in love in revolvers I ain't leaving no shells I ain't going no jail I ain't leaving no witness n***a Everybody go to hell Everybody had a struggle Everybody had a hustle This everybody who you're f**ing with n***a why the f** you coughing? Is you feel word? Ain't nothing word Made a living out birds Yeah n***a that's on my word I'm from retracing palmer That sh** go hard like the Cali-o Used to dream bout a million But I woke up and count it though [Hook]