Artist: Common f/ Vince Staples Album: Nobody's Smiling Song: Kingdom Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com [Intro] Help me get, get the keys to the kingdom Ooooo-ooooo-ooooo-oooo-ooo-ooo-oooo-oooo-ooo-oooh Help me get, get the keys to the kingdom Ooooo-ooooo-ooooo-oooo-ooo-ooo-oooo-oooo-ooo-oooh Ohh yes, my Lord, ahhh-ahh..AHH-ah-ah-ahhhhh Ohh yes, my Lord, ahhh-ahh..AHH-ah-ah-ahhhhh [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, listenin to this church song His family yellin and screamin, I hurt for 'em A cold world that's why we pack heaters Listening to this preacher as he tryna reach us I'ma 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 rippin 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 [Chorus] Help me get, get the keys to the kingdom (Yeah) Ooooo-ooooo-ooooo-oooo-ooo-ooo-oooo-oooo-ooo-oooh (Sing) Help me get, get the keys to the kingdom (Yeah) Ooooo-ooooo-ooooo-oooo-ooo-ooo-oooo-oooo-ooo-oooh (And the streets say) Ohh yes (And the people say) My Lord (And we all say) Ahhh-ahh..AHH-ah-ah-ahhhhh (And the streets say) Ohh yes (And the people say) My Lord (And we all say) Ahhh-ahh..AHH-ah-ah-ahhhhh [Common] My money ain't straight, my fam ain't straight Ain't wanna push keys, 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 eatin I ain't have time to think about what I believe in When the days of the kingdom for Chicago gon' come? I'm comin back like the Prodigal Son, and I got a son And I don't want my ways followin him, the streets swallowin him And I don't want no hollows in him His momma said she see his father in him, hope it's the good thing 'Til life was over is when I understood things Standin 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? [Chorus] [Vince Staples] Sweet Lord Jesus, tell the polices to let a nigga breathe, my sinnin father see got a shipment by the seas, see my niggaz tryna eat Eat whatever's on your plate, save some for me The worst things in life come sittin six feet Tryna hop the gate to heaven cause I couldn't get a key But these niggaz play for keeps and I gotta hold my own Tryna watch my back cause these stripes ain't free We, still wadin 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 can play with the revolver Satan serenading ever since I was a toddler Tell 'em talk is cheap, niggaz livin for the dollar So in God we trust, leave the prayin to my momma though Another motherfucker out of control, just walk in my soles Roll, lit up with the abuse They wasn’t for show, I promise every pistol was used See I was wakin up afraid to see my name on the news Broad day, bare-faced, givin niggaz the blues Nigga, who you? They know me on the streets where I grew If you ain't from 'round here, you get gunned down here Make the best from the least on the quest for the keys to the kingdom... [Chorus]