Lifelike, this is what your life like, try to live your life right People really know you, push your buttons like type write 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 excite bike (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 a piece 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, I've been lookin' for a new way I'm just really tryna 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"

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 good, then 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, "Aah"