Rotate - Berner, Styles P, B-Real

Shiftin lines from the paradigm sublime

On the streets of Cali, yo what’s goin on in town

Wanna see my name in lights like a star gleamin

I wanna make you feel somethin, exorcise your demons

Every day’s a struggle, tryna make a bundle

How can you stay humble when the streets love you

I got a bad habit, I’m a winning-addict

Livin in sin, tragic life is fucking short damn it

Can’t afford wasting time when life happens

Gotta get to everyday like the days are trappening

Now we worldwide, it means worlds collide

And we killing everything, so rather die

We move, work it, low rates through the whole State

And watch the money rotate

All gas, no brakes 'til my dough’s straight

Now watch the money rotate

Now watch the money rotate

Now watch the money rotate

Whether the streets are rappin we get it both ways

Now watch the money rotate

Lost in the smoke, I knew I came from nothing

Inhale, exhale like the pain is nothing

Picadas drops and I need the vein conduction

Toke’s real cheap if it’s the same for suction

Turn on the beat, the feejees came from something

Hit the screen, spit flame and leave you a brain concussion

We all play games though none of you niggas call foul

New York nigga, but you know I’m smokin that North Cal'

See ya landin in, we have the right to the board now

Rather smoke four pounds than hit you with the four pound

So you want juice, then visit me at the store now

I was gettin tore now, before I tore a tour down

Global 4G star, hit you with the full clam

I got to burn it let’s be real

I’m with Berner and B-Real

Twenty-four-seven high is always how I P feel

We move, work it, low rates through the whole State

And watch the money rotate

All gas, no brakes 'til my dough’s straight

Now watch the money rotate

Now watch the money rotate

Now watch the money rotate

Whether the streets are rappin we get it both ways

Now watch the money rotate

All dedication, no education

Livin life every day like I’m on vacation

Beach houses seem to be my favourite destination

Fake friends, I’m sick of seeing smilin faces

Look, twenty years got him shook

Another loss took, cold hearted crook

What a vision I just wanna see my daughter smile

Money pile in the closet man that shit is wild

Love the struggle, it just made the hunger much realer

I’m on top, millionaire, ex drug-dealer

I bet the smoke in my lung burn much cleaner

Than burnt rot with a toolie on those street-sweepers

Bulletproof Cadillac that shit is presidential

Pretty model bitch, got great potential

Dirty money hidden all in the Renault

Top dog in the game, I’m on another level

We move, work it, low rates through the whole State

And watch the money rotate

All gas, no brakes 'til my dough’s straight

Now watch the money rotate

Now watch the money rotate

Now watch the money rotate

Whether the streets are rappin we get it both ways

Now watch the money rotate