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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', excorcise 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 toward now, before I tore, tore down
 Global 4G star, hit you with the full clam
 I got to burn it let's be real
 I'm wit, burnin' it be real
 Twenty-four-seven high is always how I be 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
 

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Duration
03:45
Tempo
77 BPM

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