Pray Hard Lyrics – BigXthaPlug, Luke Combs

Read the complete Pray Hard Lyrics by BigXthaPlug and Luke Combs along with song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Bigxthaplug’s music, you can also explore 24/7 and Long Nights, two other songs by Bigxthaplug.

[Chorus: Luke Combs]
A little bit of magic, a little bit of smoke up in these lungs
Running 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

[Verse 1: BigXthaPlug]
Ayy, I really made it
I’m still thanking the Lord ’cause we was really out here hating, all we knew was up the score

We was tryna figure it out, but, s*it, the Devil kept us bored
Make sure we go apply for jobs to go hit licks and rob these stores
Still a teen, but I was growing, I learned my lessons
Mom and pop shop, they best, but, I was living young and reckless
Coulda made it out in sports but in them streets. was too invested
Took that self in me to get it and that changed my life forever
It’s like I felt I needed

[Chorus: Luke Combs]
A little bit of magic, a little bit of smoke up in these lungs
Running 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

[Verse 2: BigXthaPlug]
Said it’s presidential chains, but, it’s starting to feel the same
The only difference is the money and this unwanted-ass fame
But, my family looking good, got most my people out the hood
And, plus my kids is more than good, so, s*it, I really can’t complain
We can go back in them stores and buy the stuff we couldn’t afford
‘Cause now I’m headlining these tours, it’s like this music s*it 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 me

[Chorus: Luke Combs]
A little bit of magic, a little bit of smoke up in these lungs
Running 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