ft. Vince Staples
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Help me get, get the keys to the kingdom
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Help me get, get the keys to the kingdom
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Oh, yes, my Lord
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Oh, yes, my Lord
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Second row of the church with my hood on
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My homie used to rap, he was about to get put on
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At his funeral, listening to this church song
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His family yelling and screaming, I hurt for 'em
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A cold world that's why we pack heaters
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Listening to this preacher as he tryna reach us
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I'mma need to go back, I gots to get 'em
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Back and forth in these streets, that's the rhythm
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Revenge is supposed to be the Lord's but I use my own accord
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When I seen him on the porch, cost my man his life, I can't afford not to hit him
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Shots ripping through his True Religion denim
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These streets was my religion
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I stood over him, his life is over then
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Now these keys got me locked up with older men
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Thought these was the keys for me to roll a Benz
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They ended up being the keys for my life to end
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Help me get, get the keys to the kingdom
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Help me get, get the keys to the kingdom
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Oh, yes, my Lord
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And the streets say
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And the people say
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And we all say
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Oh, yes, my Lord
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And the streets say
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And the people say
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And we all say
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My money ain't straight, my fam ain't straight
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Ain't wanna push kis, heaven couldn't wait
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I was hurting, couldn't get no work
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You created me from dust, that's why I did dirt
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You said that the last shall be first
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Now I'm in a hearse, what's this cash really worth?
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My whole life I had to worry about eating
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I ain't have time to think about what I believe in
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When the days of the kingdom for Chicago gonna come?
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I'm coming back like the Prodigal Son, and I got a son
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And I don't want my waves following him, the streets swallowing him
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And I don't want no hollows in him, his momma said she see his father in him
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Hope it's the good things, till life was over is when I understood things
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Standing at the gates 'cause I know you've forgiven what I've done
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I'm your son, do I have the keys to get in?
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Help me get, get the keys to the kingdom
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Help me get, get the keys to the kingdom
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Oh, yes, my Lord
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And the streets say
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And the people say
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And we all say
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Oh, yes, my Lord
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And the streets say
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And the people say
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And we all say
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Sweet Lord Jesus, tell the police to let a nigga breathe
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My sinning father see, got a shipment by the seas
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See, my niggas tryna eat, eat whatever's on your plate
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Save some for me, the worst things in life come sitting six feet
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Tryna hop the gate to heaven 'cause I couldn't get a key
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But these niggas play for keeps and I gotta hold my own
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Tryna watch my back 'cause these stripes ain't free
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We still wading in the water, cocaine, blunts, marinating in the water
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Lean and took a puff and then she gave it to my father
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Used to take the bullets out so I could play with the revolver
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Satan serenading ever since I was a toddler
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Tell 'em talk is cheap, niggas living for the dollar
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So in God we trust, leave the praying to my momma, though
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Another motherfucker out of control, just walking my soles low
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Lit up with the abuse, they wasn't for show, I promise every pistol was used
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See, I was waking up afraid to see my name on the news
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Broad day, been phased giving niggas the blues
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Nigga, who you? They know me on the streets where I grew
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If you ain't from around here you get gunned down here
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Make the best from the least on the quest for them keys
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To the kingdom
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Help me get, get the keys to the kingdom
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Help me get, get the keys to the kingdom
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Oh, yes, my Lord
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And the streets say
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And the people say
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And we all say
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Oh, yes, my Lord
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And the streets say
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And the people say
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And we all say
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Kingdom
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