[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 same 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 woulda hang 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 wind and roads, I wheeled new 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"