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

Ayy, 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
Make sure we go apply for jobs
To go hit licks and rob these stores
Still a teen, but I was growin'
I learned my lessons
Mom and pop shop, they best
But I was livin' 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

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

Said it's presidential chains
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 them 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 me

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