Pray Hard

A little bit of magic, a little bit of smoke up in these lungs.

Runnin' from the devil with my guitar, angel on my shoulder got me this far.

Had to make it happen, go and touch the sky or die too young.

But I don't take the credit for the good part, blame it on my mama, 'cause she prayed hard.

Hey, I really made it.

I'm still thankin' the Lord, 'cause we was really out here hatin', all we knew was up the score. We was tryna figure it out, but. . .

the devil kept us bored.

Like, should we go apply for jobs or go hit licks and rob these stores? Still a teen, but I was grown, I learned my lessons.

Mom and pop tried their best, but I was livin' young and reckless.

Could've made it out in sports, but in them streets was too invested.

Took that cell for me to get it and that changed my life forever. It's like I felt I needed. . .

A little bit of magic, a little bit of smoke up in these lungs.

Runnin' from the devil with my guitar, angel on my shoulder got me this far.

Had to make it happen, go and touch the sky or die too young.

But I don't take the credit for the good part, blame it on my mama, 'cause she prayed hard.

Well, it's the craziest things change, but it's startin' to feel the same.

The only difference is the money and this unwanted. . . fame.

But my family lookin' good, got most my people out the hood, and plus my kids is more than good. So. . .

I really can't complain.

We can go back in them stores and buy the stuff we couldn't afford. 'Cause now I'm headlinin' these tours, it's like this music. . . was for me.

I get paid to tell my story, 'cause my fans truly adore me.

I like this lane, I think it's for me, I just know my mama prayed for it.

A little bit of magic, a little bit of smoke up in these lungs.

Runnin' from the devil with my guitar, angel on my shoulder got me this far.

Had to make it happen, go and touch the sky or die too young.

But I don't take the credit for the good part, blame it on my mama, 'cause she prayed hard.