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[Intro]
Help me get, get the keys to the kingdom
Help me get, get the keys to the kingdom
Ah yes, my Lord, Ah, Oh
Ah yes, my Lord, Ah, Oh
[Verse 1: Common]
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 âem
A cold world thatâs why we pack heaters
Listening to this preacher as he tryna reach us
Iâmma need to go back, I gots to get 'em
Back and forth in these streets, thatâs 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 canât 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
[Hook]
Help me get, get the keys to the kingdom (yeah)
Ooh (sing)
Help me get, get the keys to the kingdom (yeah)
Ah yes, my Lord, Ah, Oh
(And the streets say)
(And the people say)
(And we all say)
Ah yes, my Lord, Ah, Oh
(And the streets say)
(And the people say)
(And we all say)
[Verse 2: Common]
My money ain't straight, my fam ain't straight
Ain't wanna push kis, heaven couldn't wait
I was hurtin', 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 eatinâ
I ainât have time to think about what I believe in
When the days of the kingdom for Chicago gon' come?
Iâm coming back like the Prodigal Son, and I got a son
And I donât want my waves following him, the streets swallowing him
And I donât want no hollows in him, his momma said she see his father in him
Hope itâs the good things, âtil life was over is when I understood things
Standing at the gates âcause I know youâve forgiven what Iâve done
Iâm your son, do I have the keys to get in?
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Vince Staples]
Sweet Lord Jesus, tell the polices to let a nigga breathe
My sinning father see, got a shipment by the seas
See my niggas tryna eat, eat whateverâs on your plate
Save some for me, the worst things in life come sitting six feet
Tryna hop the gate to heaven âcause I couldnât get a key
But these niggas play for keeps and I gotta hold my own
Tryna watch my back âcause these stripes ainât 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 âem 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 wasnât 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 ainât from around here you get gunned down here
Make the best from the least on the quest for them keys
To the kingdom
[Hook] (x3)
- Álbum:
- Love Star (Single)
- Black America Again
- Kingdom (Single)
- War (Single)
- The Dreamer, The Believer
- Blue Sky (Single)
- The Dreamer/The Believer
- Go! - Common Classics
- Finding Forever
- Like Water For Chocolate
- Resurrection
- Can I Borrow A Dollar?
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- Universal Mind Control
- Be
- Electric Circus
- Non-Album Releases
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- Essence Music Festival Volume 1: Songs From Our...
- Go! Common Classics (Edited Version)