Common - Kingdom lyrics

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ft. Vince Staples

Help me get, get the keys to the kingdom

Help me get, get the keys to the kingdom

Oh, yes, my Lord

Oh, yes, my Lord

Second row of the church with my hood on

My homie used to rap, he was about to get put on

At his funeral, listening to this church song

His family yelling and screaming, I hurt for ‘em

A cold world that’s why we pack heaters

Listening to this preacher as he tryna reach us

I’mma need to go back, I gots to get 'em

Back and forth in these streets, that’s the rhythm

Revenge is supposed to be the Lord's but I use my own accord

When I seen him on the porch, cost my man his life, I can’t afford not to hit him

Shots ripping through his True Religion denim

These streets was my religion

I stood over him, his life is over then

Now these keys got me locked up with older men

Thought these was the keys for me to roll a Benz

They ended up being the keys for my life to end

Help me get, get the keys to the kingdom

Help me get, get the keys to the kingdom

Oh, yes, my Lord

And the streets say

And the people say

And we all say

Oh, yes, my Lord

And the streets say

And the people say

And we all say

My money ain't straight, my fam ain't straight

Ain't wanna push kis, heaven couldn't wait

I was hurting, couldn't get no work

You created me from dust, that's why I did dirt

You said that the last shall be first

Now I'm in a hearse, what's this cash really worth?

My whole life I had to worry about eating

I ain’t have time to think about what I believe in

When the days of the kingdom for Chicago gonna come?

I’m coming back like the Prodigal Son, and I got a son

And I don’t want my waves following him, the streets swallowing him

And I don’t want no hollows in him, his momma said she see his father in him

Hope it’s the good things, till life was over is when I understood things

Standing at the gates ‘cause I know you’ve forgiven what I’ve done

I’m your son, do I have the keys to get in?

Help me get, get the keys to the kingdom

Help me get, get the keys to the kingdom

Oh, yes, my Lord

And the streets say

And the people say

And we all say

Oh, yes, my Lord

And the streets say

And the people say

And we all say

Sweet Lord Jesus, tell the police to let a nigga breathe

My sinning father see, got a shipment by the seas

See, my niggas tryna eat, eat whatever’s on your plate

Save some for me, the worst things in life come sitting six feet

Tryna hop the gate to heaven ‘cause I couldn’t get a key

But these niggas play for keeps and I gotta hold my own

Tryna watch my back ‘cause these stripes ain’t free

We still wading in the water, cocaine, blunts, marinating in the water

Lean and took a puff and then she gave it to my father

Used to take the bullets out so I could play with the revolver

Satan serenading ever since I was a toddler

Tell ‘em talk is cheap, niggas living for the dollar

So in God we trust, leave the praying to my momma, though

Another motherfucker out of control, just walking my soles low

Lit up with the abuse, they wasn’t for show, I promise every pistol was used

See, I was waking up afraid to see my name on the news

Broad day, been phased giving niggas the blues

Nigga, who you? They know me on the streets where I grew

If you ain’t from around here you get gunned down here

Make the best from the least on the quest for them keys

To the kingdom

Help me get, get the keys to the kingdom

Help me get, get the keys to the kingdom

Oh, yes, my Lord

And the streets say

And the people say

And we all say

Oh, yes, my Lord

And the streets say

And the people say

And we all say