Chords for Common - Kingdom (Explicit) ft. Vince Staples

I do dirt in search of a clear mind.
Money talk, [G] somebody's gonna [D] hear mine.
Grind early, [Gm] before 9.30.
Get out the 9 in the 30.
Kiss of death, you [D] heard me?
My world ain't really.
Anytime could be my [D] time.
I get high, but still ain't seen Chicago skyline.
My prime, stakes is high cause it's beef.
Out here in these streets.
[Gm] Everybody trying to eat.
Off the same plate.
Dead presidents, we want the same face.
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And they think, me and the president,
we from the same place. _
[G] 421 murders, ain't trying to be of the same fate.
[N] If I die and go to heaven,
well I'll make it through the main gate. _ _ _ _ _
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Get the keys.
Let me come.
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_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ Get the keys.
[Bm] Let me [B] come.
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[Bm] Stop.
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_ _ _ _ Stop.
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_ [B] _ _ _ Second [Gm] row of the church with my hood on.
My homie used [D] to rap, he was about to get put on.
At his funeral, listening to this church [D] song.
His family yelling and screaming, I heard phone.
[Gm] A cold world, [A] that's why we pack heaters.
Listening to this preacher, as he trying to reach us.
I'ma need to go back, I gots to get him.
Back and forth, many streets, that's the rhythm.
Revenge is supposed to be the Lord's, but I use my own accord.
When I see no more applause, [D] cause my manners like,
I can't afford not to hit him.
Shots ripping through his true religion, denim.
These streets is my religion.
I stood [G] over him, his life is over then.
[D] Now these keys got me locked up with old demand.
Thought these was the keys for me to [E] roll the bands.
They ended up being the keys for my life to end.
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[G] _ _ _ [F] My money ain't [D] straight, my fam ain't straight, ain't one to push keys, heaven couldn't wait,
I was hurtin', couldn't get no work, you [F] 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 [Dm] worth?
My whole [D] life I had to worry about eating, [Dm] I ain't had time to think about what I believe in,
when the day sucks, King Defuss's [Am] conga will come, I'm coming [Dm] back like the prodigal [D] son,
and I got a son, and I don't want my [C] ways following him, the streets swallowing [Dm] him,
and I don't want no hollows in him, his mama say she sees farther than him,
hope it's the good things, till life is over, is when I [G] understood things,
standing at the gates, cause I [C] know you forgiven, what I [Dm] done, I'm your son, do I have the keys to get in? _ _ _
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_ [F] _ [C] _ _ [Dm] Sweet Lord Jesus, tell [Am] the police, is the letter nigga breathe, my sin and father's seed,
gotta send me by the [C] seat, see my niggas tryna eat, eat [Dm] whatever's on your plate,
save some for me, the worst things in life come [Am] sitting six feet,
tryna [Dm] hop the gate to heaven, cause I couldn't get a key, [D] but these niggas play for keys,
and I [Am] gotta hold my own, tryna [Dm] watch my back, cause these stripes ain't free,
we still waiting in the water, cocaine blunt, marinating in the water,
Lena took a [Gm] puff and then she gave it to my father, used to [F] take the bullets out so I can play with the [D] revolver,
Satan [Gm] serenading ever since I was a toddler, tell him [A] talking cheap,
niggas living for the [Dm] dollar, so a guy we trust, [Gm] lead a prayer to my mama doe,
[Dm] another motherfucker out of control, just walking my soul,
roll with the views, they wasn't for show, I promise every pistol was used,
see I was waking up afraid [C] to see my name on the news, broad [Dm] day, bad face, giving niggas the blues,
nigga who you, they know me on the street, [Am] if you ain't [Dm] coming around here, you get gunned down here,
[D] make the best from the least, on the [C] quest for the keys to the [Dm] kingdom.
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