Kanye West Father Stretch My Hands Pt 2 Lyrics

[Verse 1: Kanye West] I go, I go, ay ay, I go Up in the morning, miss you bad Sorry I ain't called you back The same problem my father had All his time, all he had, all he had In what what he dreamed All his cash, market crashed Hurt him bad, people get divorced for that Drops some stacks pops is good Momma pass in Hollywood If you ask, lost my soul Driving fast, lost control Off the road, jaw was broke 'Member we all was broke 'Member I'm coming back And I'll be taking all the stacks

[Verse 2: Desiigner] I got broads in Atlanta Twisting dope, lean, and the Fanta Credit cards and the scanners Hitting off licks in the bando Black X6, Phantom White X6 looks like a panda Going out like I'm Montana Hundred killers, hundred hammers Black X6, Phantom White X6, panda Pockets swole, Danny Selling bar, candy Man I'm the mocho like Randy The choppa go Oscar for Grammy Bitch nigga pull up ya panty Hope you killas understand me

[Bridge: Kanye West] I just want to feel liberated, I, I, I I just want to feel liberated, I, I, I Taking all the stacks, oh Stacks, oh Taking all the stacks, oh

[Verse 3: Desiigner] I got broads in Atlanta Twisting dope, lean, and sipping Fanta Credit cards and the scanners Wake up Versace, shit life Desiigner Whole buncha lot of shit They be asking round town who be clappin shit I pullin up stuff in the Phantom ship I got plenty of stuff of Bugatti, whip look how I try this shit Black X6, Phantom White X6, killing on camera