Keep My Spirit Alive Pt. 2 Songtext
von Ye

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 f- 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' 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 f- 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
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 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 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 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