Stayn Paid

[Verse 1: Don Trigga]
I feel the need to make my Glock explode
Chronic just makin' me think of some crazy shit
My mind is totally blowed
Buddha just start flowin' through my brain
Trigga Nigga bound to click
Weed, rollin' Swisher, but sweatin' the nigga that do some dirty shit
Shit that's dirty enough for a nigga to take another nigga's life
No remorse, it's my choice to rob and creep a trick at night
Packin' artillery, peepin' my stash
Fuck up and you get the mega-blast
Show no love to the enemy, only down for plenty cash
Cliqued up with some real niggas
Gamble it down for gettin' rich
Donsta Gotti, gangster [?] shawty, hollow point round inside my Clip
Stickin' trizzicks up so quick, we never ever hesitate to rob
Killin' and peelin' these busters cap so swiftly, mane, 'cause this my job
From the start, I ain't have shit
Life had turned his back on me
Attempted to grip on the gangster-style
Started makin' greenery
Cash flow, hit my stash, fuck a job, nigga with a mask
Life too short to play around
Motherfuckin' killer down to blast

[Verse 2: Primo]
As the sun sets on the town I takes a deep breath, then I wonder
How in the hell could the shit that surrounds me ever take me under? (Gotta think of a plan)
So I gets on my hustle, starts to click and break these busters
Pushin' all my hoes aside, and leave my Mossberg marked (I love ya)
I meet the ends, don't worry, I'm a man about my B-I-Z
And I'ma make it to the top
Even if this shizzit kills me
No money, just hope and spit some lyrics that I [?]
I found a big brother who's sellin' no other
Just keep that shit thick and make dope, motherfucker
So now, I'm doin' what I gots to do to make my ends
[?] grips that Glock and hits the block and stain
'Cause this cheese just thrills me
No love in my blood, just some shit to make me click
I didn't wiped away my tears, there's no more fear
'Cause I'm the thread
And all you player hatin' hoes actin' J' and get my duck sicked
And back off of this pimpin', 'cause this pimpin' makin' cheese, bitch

[Chorus: Primo]
Player stayin' paid, flat foot boomin', makin' cheese, trick
All about our hog, makin' a killin', comin' clean, bitch
Ridin' Chevy with them gold thangs and Vogues, livin' large
Pimpin' hoes, countin' our bank, and constantly blowin' dope
Player stayin' paid, flat foot boomin', makin' cheese, trick
All about our hog, makin' a killin', comin' clean, bitch
Ridin' Chevy with them gold thangs and Vogues, livin' large
Pimpin' hoes, countin' our bank, and constantly blowin' dope (Blowin' dope, blowin' dope)

[Verse 3: LiL Stick-Up]
I grew up in the projects with a group of thugs slangin' dope
Boomin' rock for rock, the track would jump, and late at night we smoke
Chronic through the papers, no big tens, bought a Swisher Sweet
Slowly as I huff and puff this indo takin' over me
Meanin' that Stick-Up kill forever, makin' stains
Creepin' with the infrared-rum (So take it out, mane)
Ain't never want fold, hangin' with a .44
Standin' on the dope track, sippin' on a 4-O
But the liquor store [?]
For niggas that jump into the red Chevy-thang, with the woodgrain, and we bustin' hard

[Verse 4: Reddboss]

[Verse 5: Mr. TiniMaine]