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common - kingdom lyrics

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 he-rs-, 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?

sweet lord jesus, tell the police to let a n-gg- breathe
my sinning father see, got a shipment by the seas
see, my n-gg-s 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 n-gg-s 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, n-gg-s living for the dollar
so in god we trust, leave the praying to my momma, though
another motherf-cker 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 n-gg-s the blues
n-gg-, 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

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