Lyrics Keep My Spirit Alive - Kanye West

Keep My Spirit Alive

[Intro: Kanye West &
KayCyy
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, die
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)
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 anything
You can take it all, but the Lord on my side
Spirit won’t die, die
Oh, oh, my life
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, alive
More than anything
You can take it all, but the Lord on my side
[Verse 3: Kanye West &
Royce da 5'9″
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 anything
You can take it all, but the Lord on my side
Spirit won’t die, die
Oh, oh, my life
Is in His hands, so I don’t stress, I pray and strategize