[KayCyy]
Ooh, ooh
Keep my spirit alive
Keep my spirit alive, alive

[KayCyy]
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

[Westside Gunn]
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 Dеmon (In a Demon, skrrt)
I´m the illest  and I mеan 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

[KayCyy]
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

[Conway the Machine]
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

[KayCyy]
Keep my spirit alive
More than enough
You can take it all, but the Lord on my side

[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

[KayCyy]
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