Pray Hard (feat. Luke Combs)

A little bitta magic A little bitta 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 Ay, 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, shit, 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 growin', I learned my lessons Mom and pops tried they best, but I was livin' young and reckless Coulda made it out in sports but in 'em 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 bitta magic A little bitta 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 Shit is crazy, things changed, but it's startin' to feel the same The only difference is the money and this unwanted-ass fame But my family lookin' good, got most my people out the hood And plus, my kids is more than good, so shit, I really can't complain We can go back in 'em stores and buy the stuff we couldn't afford 'Cause now I'm headlinin' these tours, it's like this music shit was for me I get paid to tell my story, plus my fans truly adore me I like this lane, I think it's for me, I just know my mama prayed for A little bitta magic A little bitta 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