[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
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
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