“Thank God, Still Have My Soul” is a militant gratitude cipher — a survivor’s chant carved from the wreckage of capitalism, burnout, and systemic erasure. It maps the tension between what’s been taken (time, breath, dignity) and what remains untouchable: the soul. The verses move from economic dispossession to ancestral resilience, flipping trauma into testimony.
Key motifs:
Spiritual inventory after collapse
Surveillance and algorithmic control
Ancestral memory as resistance
Refusal to be digitized, branded, or broken
The hook echoes like scripture:
“They drained the breath, but couldn’t touch the flame… Thank God — still have my soul.”
Story Behind the Lyric
This suite was born from rupture — a response to systems that measure worth in metrics and monetize exhaustion. It’s a ciphered refusal to let the grind define the spirit. The title itself is a clenched-jaw thanks: not soft praise, but a declaration that despite the losses, the essence remains intact.
It draws from E>W. Du Bois’s “brief moment in the sun”
Modern precarity — gig work, debt, surveillance
Ancestral echoes — drum, chant, refusal
Spiritual clarity — what can’t be taxed, tracked, or sold

Thank God, Still Have My Soul  #Hip-hop Cipher Rap

Don't Worry

DHMFL Lyrics

(VICEGOD$CVM, bitch)

(If you ain’t got no money then don’t hit my fuckin’ line)

(You ain’t got no money? Then, don’t hit my fuckin’ line)
(Bitch)
(If you ain’t got no money then don’t hit my fuckin’ line)
(Hoe)
(You ain’t got no money? Then, don’t hit my fuckin’ line)
(Bitch)

(Okay, hold up, pimp playa’)

If you ain’t got no money 
Then don’t hit my fuckin’ line
(Bitch)
Bitch, don’t waste my fuckin’ time
(Bitch)
Bitch, I’ve been up on my grind
(Bitch)
I could never give a fuck
(Nah)
How you feel? I feel fine
(Yuh)
Narcissistic plus sublime
(Yuh)
Socio-schizo, I’m dyin’ inside
(Damn)

Aw shit (Aw) 
I ain’t even mean to slip
(Slip)
I ain’t mean to say that shit
(Shit)
Baby, I ain’t even mean it
(Yuh)
You know I’m just talkin’ shit
(Shit)
I could let you be my bitch
(Bih)
You can come wit’ me, get rich
(Rich)
We on Coke straight off the brick
(Brick)

(Cocaine)

Cocaine, every day, plus I’m sippin’
(Aye)
Claimin’ sober like a gang ‘cus I’m good, it’s a mission
(Brrp)
I be drinkin’, I be smokin’
(Brrp)
I’m fuckin’ hella bitches
(Brrp)
I be drinkin’, I be smokin’
(Brrp)
I’m fuckin’ hella bitches
(Brrp)

I love cake every way
I just can’t give a fuck today
(Brrp)
I love cake every way
I just can’t give a fuck today
(Brrp)
I love cake every way
I just can’t give a fuck today
(Brrp)
I love cake every way
(I just can’t give a fuck today)
(Brrp)

If you ain’t got no money 
Then don’t hit my fuckin’ line
(Bitch)
If you ain’t got no money 
Then don’t waste my fuckin’ time
(Hoe)
If you ain’t got no money 
Then don’t hit my fuckin’ line
(Bitch)
If you ain’t got no money 
Then don’t waste my fuckin’ time
(Hoe)

If you ain’t got no money 
Then don’t hit my fuckin’ line
(Bitch)
Bitch, don’t waste my fuckin’ time
(Bitch)
Bitch, I’ve been up on my grind
(Bitch)
I could never give a fuck
(Nah)
How you feel? I feel fine
(Yuh)
Narcissistic plus sublime
(Yuh)
Socio-schizo, I’m dyin’ inside
(Damn)

Aw shit (Aw) 
I ain’t even mean to slip
(Slip)
I ain’t mean to say that shit
(Shit)
Baby, I ain’t even mean it
(Yuh)
You know I’m just talkin’ shit
(Shit)
I could let you be my bitch
(Bitch)
You can come wit’ me, get rich
(Rich)
We on Coke straight off the brick
(Brick)

(Cocaine)

(Baby love it, baby love it, yeah, I know it, yeah)
(Brrp)
(Yeah, I love it, yeah, I love it, and she know it, yeah)
(Baby love it, baby love it, yeah, I know it, yeah)
(Brrp)
(Yeah, I love it, yeah, I love it, and she know it, yeah)

If you ain’t got no money 
Then don’t hit my fuckin’ line
(Bitch)
If you ain’t got no money 
Then don’t waste my fuckin’ time
(Hoe)
If you ain’t got no money 
Then don’t hit my fuckin’ line
(Bitch)
If you ain’t got no money 
Then don’t waste my fuckin’ time
(Hoe)

If you ain’t got no money 
Then don’t hit my fuckin’ line
(Bitch)
Bitch, don’t waste my fuckin’ time
(Bitch)
Bitch, I’ve been up on my grind
(Bitch)
I could never give a fuck
(Nah)
How you feel? I feel fine
(Yuh)
Narcissistic plus sublime
(Yuh)
Socio-schizo, I’m dyin’ inside
(Damn)

DHMFL (p. WonderLust)

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