Streets Won't Let Me Chill - Diamond District

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)

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)

Streets won’t let me chill

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…

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