[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)
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)
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