Keep My Spirit Alive Lyrics - Kanye West | Conway The Machine

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 facing 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
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
Cuz my heart is full of love
No weapon formed against me

Cuz 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 gone 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 about to make
And who gone 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, cuz 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 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