🎵 Father Stretch My Hands (Freestyle) // by CyHi

26 Contributors Father Stretch My Hands (Freestyle) Lyrics [Verse: CyHi] CyHi! It's like two in the morning Slayed two bitches inside of my California bed Fuck it, I was horny (Haha) So God, please don't judge me It ain't my fault you ain't make these hoes ugly Cheese on Chuck E, Clicquot fuzzy Streets gon' love me, freaks gon' fuck me How could a young nigga be so lucky? No Luciano, truly, I know I done changed since I used to do the cornrow They only give you credit at the end of movies, I know Hustled since I learned how to use a lawnmower From the traphouse, now I do the condo I was in the street, nigga, you was front row Truckload full of keys to pianos Aye, aye, feliz cumpleaños Piece in the console, police in your convo I was sent here to preach to the young folks Spent weeks in them orange clothes in the drought, drug Prices spiked like Hennessy in a punch bowl Man of the house, even before I growed up When them niggas talked down, I'm the one who spoke up CyHi, I'm a leader like four cups Boy, I'm a Caesar like a low cut Niggas hatin', so what? Ever since I blowed up "Ye ain't gon' be shit," at least that's what they told us No love for a nigga, so I sold drugs All I had to do was go outside and post up Pull off on some hubcap when I did the donuts All I get is snooty ass bitches with they nose up She chose up, now she chillin' with her toes up Fuck the bitch to sleep and got some head when I woke up, I had a [Pre-Chorus: Kid Cudi] Beautiful mornin'