Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Common
Common
Canto
James Poyser
James Poyser
Teclados
The Kingdom Voices
The Kingdom Voices
Coro
Eleanor Hampton
Eleanor Hampton
Voces de fondo
Carya Holmes
Carya Holmes
Voces de fondo
Dion Wilson
Dion Wilson
Teclados
Marcus Morton
Marcus Morton
Voces de fondo
Meagan McNeal
Meagan McNeal
Voces de fondo
Percy Bady
Percy Bady
Dirección de coro
Sandra Dillard
Sandra Dillard
Voces de fondo
Terrence Marshall
Terrence Marshall
Voces de fondo
Vernard Burton
Vernard Burton
Voces de fondo
Vince Staples
Vince Staples
Canto
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Vince Staples
Vince Staples
Autoría
James Poyser
James Poyser
Autoría
Lonnie Lynn
Lonnie Lynn
Autoría
Ernest Fowler
Ernest Fowler
Autoría
Ernest Dion Wilson
Ernest Dion Wilson
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
No ID
No ID
Producción
James Poyser
James Poyser
Coproducción
Michael Law Thomas
Michael Law Thomas
Ingeniería de grabación
Ross Neiko
Ross Neiko
Asistente de ingeniería de grabación
Casey Cuayo
Casey Cuayo
Asistente de ingeniería de grabación
Young Guru
Young Guru
Ingeniería de mezcla
Craig Bauer
Craig Bauer
Ingeniería de grabación vocal
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Masterización
Michael Kuzoian
Michael Kuzoian
Asistente de ingeniería de mezcla
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Asistente de ingeniería de masterización

Letra

[Verse 1]
Help me get, get the keys to the Kingdom
Ooh
Help me get, get the keys to the Kingdom
Ooh
[Verse 2]
Oh, yes, my Lord
Ah-oh
Oh, yes, my Lord
Ah-oh
[Verse 3]
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 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
[Verse 4]
Revenge is supposed to be the Lord's but I use my own accord
When I seen 'em on the porch, cost my man his life
I can't afford not to hear them shots rippin' through
His True Religion denim
These streets is 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
[Verse 5]
Help me get, get the keys to the Kingdom (Yeah)
Ooh (Sing)
Help me get, get the keys to the Kingdom (Yeah)
Ooh
[Verse 6]
And the streets say (Oh, yes)
And the people say (My Lord)
And we all say (Ah-oh)
And the streets say (Oh, yes)
And the people say (My Lord)
And we all say (Ah-oh)
[Verse 7]
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
[Verse 8]
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 waves followin' him
The streets swallowin' him
And I don't want no hollows in him
His mama said she see his father in him
Hope it's the good things
Till 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?
[Verse 9]
Help me get, get the keys to the Kingdom (Yeah)
Ooh (Sing)
Help me get, get the keys to the Kingdom (Yeah)
Ooh
[Verse 10]
Sweet Lord Jesus, tell the police to let a **** breathe
My sinnin' father see, got a shipment by the seas
See my **** 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 **** play for keeps, and I gotta hold my own
Tryna watch my back 'cause these stripes ain't free
[Verse 11]
We still wadin' in the water
Cocaine, blunts, marinatin' 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, **** livin' for the dollar
So in God we trust, leave the prayin' to my mama though
Another motherfucker out of control
[Verse 12]
Just walkin' my soles low, 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' **** the blues
****, 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 (Kingdom)
[Verse 13]
Help me get, get the keys to the Kingdom (Yeah)
Ooh (Sing)
Help me get, get the keys to the Kingdom (Yeah)
Ooh
[Verse 14]
And the streets say (Oh, yes)
And the people say (My Lord)
And we all say (Ah-oh)
And the streets say (Oh, yes)
And the people say (My Lord)
And we all say (Ah-oh)
[Verse 15]
Help me get, get the keys to the Kingdom (Yeah)
Ooh (Sing)
Help me get, get the keys to the Kingdom (Yeah)
Ooh
[Verse 16]
And the streets say (Oh, yes)
And the people say (My Lord)
And we all say (Ah-oh)
And the streets say (Oh, yes)
And the people say (My Lord)
And we all say (Ah-oh)
[Verse 17]
Help me get, get the keys to the Kingdom (Yeah)
Ooh (Sing)
Help me get, get the keys to the Kingdom (Yeah)
Ooh
[Verse 18]
And the streets say (Oh, yes)
And the people say (My Lord)
And we all say (Ah-oh)
And the streets say (Oh, yes)
And the people say (My Lord)
And we all say (Ah-oh)
Written by: Author Unknown Composer, Ernest Fowler, Ernest Wilson, James Poyser, Lonnie Lynn, Vince Staples
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