FE
Ooh, ooh
Am
Keep my spirit alive
Gm7C
Keep my spirit alive, alive
F
More than enough
DmE
You can take it all, but the Lord on my side
AmC
The spirit won't die, die
DmEF
Oh, oh, my life, yeah
DmEmFE
Is in His hands, so I don't stress, I pray and strategize
[Verse 1]
Yo
FE
Flushed the work just in time and they raided, thank God (Thank God)
AmGm7C
Screamin' through the GT roof like ****, we done made it, thank God (Thank God)
FDm
Hundred-round drum didn't jam when my shooter tried to spray it, thank God (Thank God)
EAmC
Couple thousand grams, got two thousand grands when we waited, thank God (Thank God)
FDm
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)
CDm
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)
EmF
Got the baking soda for the remix (Remix)
E
Millionaires on, I can see it
[Chorus]
F
More than enough
DmE
You can take it all, but the Lord on my side
AmC
The spirit won't die, die
DmEF
Oh, oh, my life, yeah
DmEmFE
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
Gm7C
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
AmCDm
Then I ran, here I am, Machine
[Chorus]
F
Keep my spirit alive
DmEm
More than enough
FE
You can take it all, but the Lord on my side
[Verse 3]
FE
Well, between a mix of bad schools with the fast food
Am
Bad had tools and a bad mood
Gm7C
If you don't turn to a lil' Gotti, they gon' drain all the strength in your lil' body
FDm
They turned me into a lil' Gotti, uh, yeah
EAm
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
DmEm
Who needs practice? I don't do rehearsals
FA
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?
Gm7C
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
DmE
You can take it all, but the Lord on my side
AmGC
The spirit won't die, die
DmEmF
Oh, oh, my life, yeah
DmEmFE
Is in His hands, so I don't stress, I pray and strategize