[Chorus: KayCyy]
More than alive
You can take it all with the lord on my side
The spirit won’t die, I, oh
All my life, yeah
It isn’t safe, so I don’t stress, I pray and strategize

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
Yeah, flushed the work just to [?] we made it, thank God, thank God
Screamin’ through the GT roof like nigga, 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
Hundred thousand grams got two thousand grands, we’ll be waitin’, 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 nigga and I mean it (And I mean it)
My homie droppin’ bodies for no reason (Boom, boom, boom)
Now his kids see him on the weekends
Got the baking soda for the remix (Remix)
Millionaires on, so that I can see it
[Chorus: KayCyy]
More than alive
You can take it all with the lord on my side
The spirit won’t die, I, oh
All my life, yeah
It isn’t safe, so I don’t stress, I pray and strategize

[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
Yeah, don’t hate my ’cause my heart is full of love
No weapons 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

[Chorus: KayCyy]
Keep my spirit alive, alive
More than alive
You can take it all with the lord on my side

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
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
Now wakanda but wakanda is kinda like what we ’bout to make
And who gon’ make it? Kanda
Who the squad? Donda
Who the mom? Donda
Who can see Donda?
Get down, see
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 say 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 black the orphans, refused to be runaways
Rebels, renegades
Must stay paid
[Chorus: KayCyy]
More than alive
You can take it all with the lord on my side
The spirit won’t die, I, oh-oh
All my life, yeah
It isn’t safe, so I don’t stress, I pray and strategize