Pray Hard Lyrics

Pray Hard Lyrics by KWESTA

I told my mother don't cry
This the shit that we been fighting for
She said don't worry you'll be Top 5
I looked at her and asked 'what for?'
You complaining that I'm never home
But keep me in your prayers and i'll never stray
I know they said your kid will never blow
But since you only taught me love I let 'em hate
A plus when the Devil tests
Defeat the evil that i ran into
I tried to tell them that I was the best
But I remember you told me that people hate the truth
So should I keep it to myself Ma? Hell no
That would mean I'm undermining you
Cause without any man's help Ma you turned a child a child 
Into a star and i'm proud of you

Bitch I'm from K1 that's why the flow is harder
Momma prayed hard, I gotta go harder
Fuck what the fame brings I tryin' to get paid bitch
To all my haters all I got to say is
Thanks For The Motivation 
Thanks For The Motivation
Get your glass up bitch, It's a celebration
I took all your hate and made it my motivation (God Body take, let's go home)
Word, Have you ever heard of spyland?
Nyaope made it Thailand
Young lad smoking Taiwan till the highlands
And realize that the pain has never left like a right hand
Momma raised a wise man
I let the Lord architect my life and sent him all the right plans
I'm hoping that this rap can get me my land
So I can build a mansion with some doctors just for my dad
Write a bar aiming for my half a bar
Just because next to Khuli I feel like I'm half a star
He was here when I was learning how to write a song
Now we at the parking lot talking about 'we need to tour'
Lord, wondering why you took so long to respond to a call coming from the son of God
Took me all this time to afford these son of mars
Now I'm liable to have my own kicks like Jean-Claude

Bitch I'm from K1 that's why the flow is harder
Momma prayed hard, I gotta go harder
Fuck what the fame brings I trying to get paid bitch
To all my haters all I got to say is
Thanks For The Motivation 
Thanks For The Motivation
Get your glass up bitch, It's a celebration
I took all your hate and made it my motivation

Uh, whassup whassup bashana bam
Mina? Ntwana ndwadla kugxwala bantwana
Nina? Shut the fuck up nge gama'lam
Ngoba kona uzo nyamalala, Kona uzo nya amagalale
(Stipa) It's the king till the flight lands
We gotta win baba goddamn
(Damn It) Yea the team's got the right plan
Now go get us the magazine and you might be the hype man
Tell your peers that we're a sick sight
We some cats that leave cats with more scratches than chick fights
And this might hurt a little, swallow flows burp a little
Heard a little of your work cause you just work a little
And we heard a little of your worth, you just worth a little
Little did you know your work makes us wanna murder a little
Rapper trying to spit bet
Boy it don't get better
We get dough to make sure cheeseboys don't get cheddar

Bitch I'm from K1 that's why the flow is harder
Momma prayed hard, I gotta go harder
Fuck what the fame brings I trying to get paid bitch
To all my haters all I got to say is
Thanks For The Motivation
Thanks For The Motivation
Get your glass up bitch, It's a celebration
I took all your hate and made it my motivation

God body take, let's go home

And I'm proud of you
Bitch I'm from K1 that's why the flow is harder
Momma prayed hard, I gotta go harder
Fuck what the fame brings I trying to get paid bitch
To all my haters all I got to say is
Thanks For The Motivation 
Thanks For The Motivation
Get your glass up bitch, It's a celebration
I took all your hate and made it my motivation