[Intro]
Father, I stretch
Stretch my hands to You

[Verse]
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]
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”