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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 SongtexteThe 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 [Extended verse, no snippets surfaced as of yet] 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 [Extended verse, no snippets surfaced as of yet] 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 Aus Songtexte Mania