Lyrics Power Button - Tayyib Ali

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Yeah, Grumble on the beat
Tayyib Ali man
Yo
Still ride around the block on fours
My brother still in the hood tryin' get dough
In two feet of snow
I’m on my grind, East Coast
Don’t act like you don’t know
I still ride around the block on fours
My brother still in the hood tryin' get dough
In two feet of snow
I’m on my grind, East Coast
Don’t act like you don’t know
Uh, I’m on my hustle my, and I don’t wanna shine
But everything I write be hot, like the summer time
I’m on the sucker free but
Y’all couldn’t see me with bifocals
Keep your mouth closed and your eyes open
I’m rolling thinking bout my age, I’m 20 now
It’s crazy how I had grown in many ways
This is a good day, fly attire what you find me in
Man it’s obvious I’m dimin' it that’s common sense
I promised it cause right now it’s do or die
Keystone State of Mind, keep it bumping in the ride, you know
And death could understand
Rappin' I love it man
Rock a show, touch a couple grand get the rubber band
They be wishing for the day that I stop
Something major going straight to the top
Like Jay with the Roc
On 19, I’ll make it to the end zone
And can’t wait to put my friends on
And I
Still ride around the block on fours
My brother still in the hood tryin' get dough
In two feet of snow
I’m on my grind, East Coast
Don’t act like you don’t know
I still ride around the block on fours
My brother still in the hood tryin' get dough
In two feet of snow
I’m on my grind, East Coast
Don’t act like you don’t know
Yeah
But will I get another chance, to see what I seen
Cause none of my moments last, and I’m still living dreams
And the jars where the hash went, money machine
Tryin' get the cream, stickin' to the scene
Every city I’m in, we got that
In your face shit can never be replaced shit
Just the beginning with most niggas on day six
Tie my laces, the streets I embrace em
Hoes amaze 'em and we’ve been on the same shit
Swear it’s weird livin' life in the city
Where brotherly love and just a made up pity
Really it’s bad but I think past the shit
Till you see a nigga drop that ain’t the last of it
When the sun shine, the crooks blast, they on your ass
But I’m still posted up, rolling up
Me and Chuck flow heavy like a loaded gun
Nigga this is pandemonium
And I
Still ride around the block on fours
My brother still in the hood tryin' get dough
In two feet of snow
I’m on my grind, East Coast
Don’t act like you don’t know
I still ride around the block on fours
My brother still in the hood tryin' get dough
In two feet of snow
I’m on my grind, East Coast
Don’t act like you don’t know