Noah Goldstein - Father Stretch My Hands Pt. 1 (Remix) lyrics

CyHi! It's like two in the morning Slayed two b**hes inside of my California bed f** 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' f** me How could a young n***a 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, n***a 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 n***as 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 n***as hatin', so what? Ever since I blowed up "Ye ain't gon' be sh**," at least that's what they told us No love for a n***a, so I sold d** 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 a** b**hes with they nose up b**h she chose up now she chillin with her toes up f** the b**h to sleep and got some head when I work up I had a...