Keep My Spirit Alive

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Keep my spirit alive Keep my spirit alive, alive More 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