[Chorus]

F E
Ooh, ooh
Am
Keep my spirit alive
Gm7 C
Keep my spirit alive, alive
F
More than enough
Dm E
You can take it all, but the Lord on my side
Am C
The spirit won’t die, die
Dm E F
Oh, oh, my life, yeah
Dm Em F E
Is in His hands, so I don’t stress, I pray and strategize

[Verse 1]

Yo
F E
Flushed the work just in time and they raided, thank God (Thank God)
Am Gm7 C
Screamin’ through the GT roof like ****, we done made it, thank God (Thank God)
F Dm
Hundred-round drum didn’t jam when my shooter tried to spray it, thank God (Thank God)
E Am C
Couple thousand grams, got two thousand grands when we waited, thank God (Thank God)

F Dm
I was facin’ fifteen and I beat it (And I beat it)
E
Just spent about twenty up at Neimans (Up at Neimans)
Am
Did two hundred in a Demon (In a Demon, skrrt)
C Dm
I’m the illest **** and I mean it (And I mean it)
F
My homie droppin’ bodies for no reason (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Dm
Now his kids see him on the weekends (Ah)
Em F
Got the baking soda for the remix (Remix)
E
Millionaires on, I can see it

[Chorus]
F
More than enough
Dm E
You can take it all, but the Lord on my side
Am C
The spirit won’t die, die
Dm E F
Oh, oh, my life, yeah
Dm Em F E
Is in His hands, so I don’t stress, I pray and strategize

[Verse 2]
F
Yeah, don’t hate me, ‘cause my heart is full of love
E
No weapon formed against me ‘cause I’m covered in the blood
Am
Layin’ in the hospital when I got shot, fam
Gm7 C
Mama prayed for me, said she left it in God’s hands, yeah
F
So I’ma leave it in God’s hands
Dm
Everything I’m doin’ now is God’s plan
E
Doctor said I wouldn’t walk no more, now I stand
Am C Dm
Then I ran, here I am, Machine

[Chorus]
F
Keep my spirit alive
Dm Em
More than enough
F E
You can take it all, but the Lord on my side

[Verse 3]
F E
Well, between a mix of bad schools with the fast food
Am
Bad had tools and a bad mood
Gm7 C
If you don’t turn to a lil’ Gotti, they gon’ drain all the strength in your lil’ body
F Dm
They turned me into a lil’ Gotti, uh, yeah
E Am
Not Wakanda but Wakanda is kinda like what we ‘bout to make
C
And who gon’ make it? Kan’, duh
Dm
Who the squad? Donda Who the mom? Donda
F
Who can see? Don, duh, get Don C
Dm Em
Who needs practice? I don’t do rehearsals
F A
And I don’t do commercials, ‘cause they too commercial
F
Give it all to God and let Jesus reimburse you
E
She said “You in the studio with who? I’ma hurt you”
Am
How I’m forty-two and you got a curfew?
Gm7 C
How nerves dictate how they gon’ curve you?
F
Quiet all the cordialness
Dm
We walk in God’s spiritual ordinance
E
We know the Blacks, the orphans refused to be runaways
Am
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid

[Chorus]
F
More than enough
Dm E
You can take it all, but the Lord on my side
Am G C
The spirit won’t die, die
Dm Em F
Oh, oh, my life, yeah
Dm Em F E
Is in His hands, so I don’t stress, I pray and strategize