Power Button - Tayyib Ali

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