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"