Hands On (Remix)

[Intro: Fred Hammond] Spend all my time, yes Spend all my time, yes Spend all my time, yes Spend all my time, yes I deserve all the criticism you got If that's all the love you have, that's all you got [Refrain: Fred Hammond] Hand 'em Hands up high, hands-on, hands-on Hands-on, hands up In your face, the reason Hands-on, yeah, hands-on [Verse 1: Kanye West, Fred Hammond & Dr. Dre] Cut out all the lights, He the light Got pulled over, see the brights What you doin' on the street at night? Wonder if they're gonna read your rights Thirteenth Amendment, three strikes Made a left when I should've madе a right Told God last time on life Told the dеvil that I'm going on a strike Told the devil when I see him, on sight I've been working for you my whole life Told the devil that I'm going on a strike I've been working for you my whole life Nothing worse than a hypocrite (That's on Nip) Change, he ain't really different He ain't even try to get permission Ask for advice and they dissed him Said I'm finna do a gospel album What have you been hearin' from the Christians? They'll be the first one to judge me Make it feel like nobody love me They'll be the first one to judge me Feelin' like nobody love me Somebody pray for me [Refrain: Fred Hammond] Hand 'em Hands up high, hands-on, hands-on Hands-on, hands up In your face, the reason Hands-on, yeah, hands-on [Verse 2: Travis Scott] I told the Mona Lisa I was on another level (Another level) Outside, it's church bells and church rebels (Rebels) Gospel mixed with heavy metal (Ooh) Settle, I never will Two left feet, no, don't dance with the devil All this armor help me deal with the karma (Yeah) God gave me this Earth to make it deal with the farmers Swimmin' like Phelps in a pool of piranhas Some like Phelps in a pool of piranhas (Yeah) I need hands on, hands off Chain big, Gandalf Please don't make these plans off Get knocked off, dandruff Get this high-key Vandross (Straight up) 'Tween me and myself, we havin' a spiritual standoff Leanin' on myself feelin' like my soul is what it can't cost Price to be the boss It gets kinda real when you get famous Never get tangled with the angels I own my peace with my demons These hands don't reach for no reason Please, no more preachin' this evenin' I cannot feast when I'm feedin' Church in the wild in a hood on fire Gotta break this curse, bless the child Hopin' the Lord have mercy now Prayin' this, prayin' this workin' now God made a prodigy (Ooh) God don't make apologies (No) Keep a promise, policy (Oh) This a livin' prophecy [Refrain: Fred Hammond] Hand 'em Hands up high, hands-on, hands-on Hands-on, hands up In your face, the reason Hands-on, yeah, hands-on, hands on [Outro: Fred Hammond] I deserve all the criticism you got If that's all the love you have, that's all you got To sing of change, you think I'm joking To praise His name, you ask what I'm smoking Yes, I understand your reluctancy, yeah But I have a request, you see Don't throw me up, lay your hands on me Please, pray for me