Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Keep my spirit alive

Keep my spirit alive, aliveMore than anything

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

Spirit won′t die, yeah

Oh-oh-oh, my life

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, brr)

Drop a thousand grams, got 2000 grands, we'll be waiting

Thank God (thank God)

I was facing 15 and I beat it (and I beat it)

Just spent about 20 up at Neimans (up at Neimans)

Did 200 in a demon (in a demon, skrrt)

I′m the illest - and I mean it (and I mean it)

My homie dropping bodies for no reason (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

Now his kids see him on the weekends (argh)

Got the baking soda for the remix (remix)

Millionaires on, I can see it

More than anything

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

Spirit won′t die-ie

Oh-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

Laying 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 doing 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 anything

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 42 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 anything

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

Spirit won't die-ie

Oh-oh-oh, my life, yeah

Is in his hands, so I don′t stress, I pray and strategize