[Intro]

How could you lose if you follow God

I'd follow him anywhere

Father, I stretch

I stretch my hands to you

[Verse 1: Pusha T]

The Franklin Saint that broke that bank

Shift in the culture, they say I tanked

I owe my ties, the check is blank

Who are you to question how I show thanks?

We don't pray to the same God

Wager the same odds

My Saint Tropez don't relate to your same odds

Three or four rappers, all sharin' the same lies

Little Pusha Ts, my synergy save lives (Stretch my hands to You)

Mirror my excellence, for me it's exercise

Feelin' like Exodus, tryna get next to God

This is an exorcist seen through my ex's eyes

Hopin' my ex forgives all of my extra lives, woo

Life goes on and babies born

And mine's on the way, couldn't wait to say it in song

I don't question God's love

'Cause every good and perfect gift is from above (Stretch my hands to you)

[Verse 2: No Malice]

The Lord giveth, the Lord taketh

The nerves of the Gods who Jesus lowercases

A dead man with a hand that's full of aces

If we understood grace, we'd all be on our faces

Eyebrow raises, questioning my motive

His soul was filled with Holy Ghost, I wonder if he sold it

Nothing like the backburner knowing You the coldest

Father outstretched this hands like it's aerobics (Stretch my hands to You)

How could I not hold it? Truth to the promises

Who is this who gives life when I deserve the opposite

Underneath the jail cell, suffering the consequence

They be buying vowel sounds, using all they consonance

My wheel of fortune built a fortress

Through winding roads, I wheelie Porsches

My God is great, he lit my torches

More than great, I find him gorgeous (Stretch my hands to you)

[Verse 3: Kanye West]

Lifelike, this is what your life like, try to live your life right

People really know you, push your buttons like typewrite

This is like a movie, but it's really very lifelike

Every single night, right, every single fight, right?

I was looking at the 'Gram and I don't even like likes

I was screamin' at my dad, he told me, "It ain't Christ-like"

I was screamin' at the referee just like Mike

Lookin' for a bright light, Sigel, what your life like

Riding on a white bike, feeling like Excitebike (Stretch my hands to You)

Pressin' on the gas, supernova for a night light

Screamin' at my dad and he told me, "It ain't Christ-like"

But nobody never tell you when you're being like Christ

Only ever seein' me only when they needin' me

Like if Tyler Perry made a movie for BET

Searchin' for a deity, now you wanna see it free

Now you wanna see if we, let's just see if three apiece

Tell me what your life like, turn it down, a bright light

Drivin' with my dad, and he told me, "It ain't Christ-like" (Stretch my hands to You)

I'm just tryna find, l've been lookin' for a new way

I'm just really tryin' not to really do the fool way

I don't have a cool way, bein' on my best, though

Block 'em on the text though, nothin' else next though

Not another word, letter, picture, or a decimal (Father, I stretch)

Wrestlin' with God, I don't really want to wrestle

Man, it's really lifelike, everything in my life (Stretch my hands to You)

Arguing with my dad, and he said, "It ain't Christ-like"

[Outro: Kanye West]

Man

You know, it's like

Somebody only close who can get you, like, off your

I be on my

I woke up this morning, I said my prayers

I'm all doing good, I tried to talk to my dad (Stretch my hands to You)

Give him some advice, he starts spazzin' on me

I start spazzin' back, He said "That ain't Christ-like"

I said, "Ahhh"