[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 nigga breathe

My sinning father see, got a shipment by the seas

See my niggas 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 niggas 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

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, 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 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 niggas the blues

Nigga 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

Nigga, 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 motherfuckers to never Jimmy DeGrassi 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, niggas got the ill street blues

From Chiraq to England

Me and Common dropping bombs like the baby planes as we establish the kingdom