Streets Won't Let Me Chill

[Hook] Streets won't let me chill [x5] [Verse 1] Yeah.. Streets won't let me chill, yet we still Searching for the coolin' and all As if my linin' is silver and my flow cold enough That my tongue stick to it like a winter frost Then I woke up, doped up on life See hustlin' is the mode of black promotin' (?) And it's on right Develop the mic voice, cause if it don't work I gotta go to work and get a job with my white voice And that ain't the right choice So no I can't chill It's slow motion, like no motion - a standstill Niggas is anvils Street sweeper sweepin' the street dreams Puttin' sweet dreams in the landfill Wake up nightmares, general strife here My hood on the border of the rich, so it's white there Sinners from Poula (?), and me I'm soulless Too fly for my surroundings to keep me grounded in flight, yeah I try stayin' cooler than cool, but.. (The streets won't let me chill) So I resort to actin' the fool, cause... (The streets won't let me chill) I ain't sayin' that I'm packing a tool, but... (The streets won't let me chill) See if the grind don't work, then I'm back at the school, cause... (The streets won't let me chill) [Verse 2] They constantly around my way Niggas is wild, the reason why daily I pray For me to not get taken off the path All I have is my mission and my daughter, namsayin? Maybe just me bein' judgmental Cars circlin' five times and stayin' out the window This sounds like scheming going on So instead of earnin' money, they take it and try to war folks That ain't a good idea for you Think of your future, and all the folks that care for you, for real Cause you will not see them anymore if you threatenin' mine You want a war, this is on then I would much rather give a brother dap Than to see black man with a hole up in his back, damn He thinkin' that I won't, but I will Weapon concealed, cold steel If I have to I'll go for the grill And I be tryin' just to mind my own, but man... (The streets won't let me chill) You know, one minute you're here and the next you're gone, I guess... (The streets won't let me chill) You know we living at times where there's war outside, so yeah... (The street's won't let me chill) But you gonna mess with mines, and it's check-out time, because... (The streets won't let me chill) [Hook] Streets won't let me chill [x4] [Verse 3] Streets' forecast says the weather is hot The suburbs got A/C, like it or not Drippin' tears and sweat at the same time Smoking to stay hydrated, maintainin' the same high Found a package, like a fan in the back Alley, blew away a nigga's problems temporarily No connect - so I was getting high and ready To pop a friend, cause not bein' cool is like havin' no oxygen I can't breathe, so I heatstroke, got my niggas dead Still can't believe that I die The heat is on the streets though I speak the facts Cause errybody in the hood is out around the block Whites don't come through unless they buyin' crack Or hoppin' out the squad car tryin' to find who's dry See we know a lot, still ain't learned enough They murder us, still observin' us burnin' up That's why the block is hot, the block is hot, you see... (The streets won't let me chill) We was raised wantin' the watches with the icy rocks, that's why the... (The streets won't let me chill) Y'all know ice every now and then, but that's the hood I live in, man... (The streets won't let me chill) So if you see me keep it real, I'll get the ice grill, for real you see the... (The streets won't let me --) Streets won't let me chill Streets won't let me chill Streets won't let me chill Streets won't let me --