Vince Staples - Kingdom Remix lyrics

[Hook] Help me get, get the keys to the kingdom (yeah) Ooh (sing) Help me get, get the keys to the kingdom (yeah) Ooh 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 1: 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 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 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, ‘til 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? [Hook] [Verse 2: Vince Staples] Sweet Lord Jesus, tell the polices to let a n***a breathe My sinning father see, got a shipment by the seas See my n***as 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***as 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, c**aine, blunts, marinating in the water Leina 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***as living for the dollar So in God we trust, leave the praying to my momma though Another motherf**er 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, bare faced, giving n***as the blues n***a 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: Jay Electronica] Nas hit me up on the phone like "Peace, Isa You know you need to preach how the pyramids of Giza Alone condemn Easter Instead of sniffing lines, popping thongs in Ibiza, Ether n***a, are we not thy brother's keeper?" Allahu Akbar, abracadabra We used what we had to stay alive like MacGyver Started from the bottom, now we really, really here Started kinda blurry, now we really, really clear It's the Nat King unforgettable, black king on a pedestal The way he made words into edibles was incredible Verbs and spices, giving life out to the lifeless Giving Christ out to the Christ-less My handle with the dices been documented as priceless I roll 7's naturally Devils who used to laugh at me bow to me internationally Rappers I gave birth to shot at the God, blasphemy Told these motherf**ers to never Jimmy DeGra**i me This goes out to those that choose to use Disrespectful views on original Jews The chosen people of God getting slandered and abused In the streets and the news by the seed of Yakub The synagogues of Satan wanna keep us confused That's how we lose, n***as got the ill street blues From Chiraq to England Me and Common dropping bombs like the baby planes as we establish the kingdom