Ooh, ooh
Keep my spirit alive
Keep my spirit alive, alive
More than enough
You can take it all, but the Lord on my side

The spirit won't die, die

Oh, oh, my life, yeah

Is in His hands, so I don't stress, I pray and strategize



Yo

Flushed the work just in time and they raided, thank God (Thank God)

Screamin' through the GT roof like ****, we done made it, thank God (Thank God)

Hundred-round drum didn't jam when my shooter tried to spray it, thank God (Thank God)

Couple thousand grams, got two thousand grands when we waited, thank God (Thank God)

I was facin' fifteen and I beat it (And I beat it)

Just spent about twenty up at Neimans (Up at Neimans)

Did two hundred in a Demon (In a Demon, skrrt)

I'm the illest **** and I mean it (And I mean it)

My homie droppin' bodies for no reason (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

Now his kids see him on the weekends (Ah)

Got the baking soda for the remix (Remix)

Millionaires on, I can see it



More than enough

You can take it all, but the Lord on my side

The spirit won't die, die

Oh, oh, my life, yeah

Is in His hands, so I don't stress, I pray and strategize



Yeah, don't hate me, 'cause my heart is full of love

No weapon formed against me 'cause I'm covered in the blood

Layin' in the hospital when I got shot, fam

Mama prayed for me, said she left it in God's hands, yeah

So I'ma leave it in God's hands

Everything I'm doin' now is God's plan

Doctor said I wouldn't walk no more, now I stand

Then I ran, here I am, Machine



Keep my spirit alive

More than enough

You can take it all, but the Lord on my side



Well, between a mix of bad schools with the fast food

Bad had tools and a bad mood

If you don't turn to a lil' Gotti, they gon' drain all the strength in your lil' body

They turned me into a lil' Gotti, uh, yeah

Not Wakanda but Wakanda is kinda like what we 'bout to make

And who gon' make it? Kan', duh

Who the squad? Donda

Who the mom? Donda

Who can see? Don, duh, get Don C

Who needs practice? I don't do rehearsals

And I don't do commercials, 'cause they too commercial

Give it all to God and let Jesus reimburse you

She said "You in the studio with who? I'ma hurt you"

How I'm forty-two and you got a curfew?

How nerves dictate how they gon' curve you?

Quiet all the cordialness

We walk in God's spiritual ordinance

We know the Blacks, the orphans refused to be runaways

Rebel, renegade, must stay paid



More than enough

You can take it all, but the Lord on my side

The spirit won't die, die

Oh, oh, my life, yeah

Is in His hands, so I don't stress, I pray and strategize