Father, I stretch,
Stretch my hands to You!

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 lookin' 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?
Ridin' on a white bike, feelin' 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 bein' 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, I'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, nothing else next though,
Not another word, letter, picture, or a decimal, (Father, I stretch)
Wrestlin' with God, I don't really wanna wrestle.
Man, it's really lifelike, everything in my life, (Stretch my hands to You)
Arguin' with my dad, and he said, "It ain't Christ-like."

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 doin' 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!"