Lyrics Pray Hard - REASON , Kwesta

Yeah... Thanks for the...
Aw'gaye inkauza daar, ngithi ukuz'khulula kancane
Ngehise ama nerves... (coughs)
Eish... Twasa, twasa.
Alright, bamba hie'
Hey, thanks for the motivation
Thanks for the...
I told my mother don't cry
This' that shit that we been fighting for
She said don't worry you'll be top five
I looked at her and asked, what four?
You're complaining that I'm never home
But keep me in your prayers and I'll never stray
I know they said your kid would never blow
Since you only taught me love I just lettem' hate
A-plus when the devil tests
Defeat the evil that I ran into
Yeah, I tried to tell 'em 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
Cuz, without any man's help Ma'
You turned a child into a star and I'm proud of you!
Bitch I'm from K1, that's why the flows' harder
Momma prayed hard, I gotta go harder
Fuck what the fame brings I'm tryna get paid bitch
To all my haters all I gotta 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.
Yeah... Yeah...
Yeah... Gaahdbody take, let's go home
Word... have you ever heard of Spyland?
Nyaope made it Thailand.
Young lads smoking Taiwan till the high lands
And realise that the pains never left like the right hand.
Momma raised a wise man
I let the lord architecht my and sent him all the right plans.
I 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 'bout We Need a Tour
Lord, wonder 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)
Yeah...
Now let me show your the reason for this quest... Ah!
Sorry about that
Wassup, wassup bashana bam'
Mina? Ntwana ng'dwadla gqwal' abantwana
Nina? Shut the fuck up nge-gama lam'
Ngoba 'khona ozonyamalala 'khona no'zonya maka lahla
Sthipa, it's the king till the flight lands
En ek se, we gotta win baba God damn.
Demmet, yeah the team's got the right plan.
Now go get us that magazine and you might be the Hype man (laughs).
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 coz you just work a little
And we heard a little of your worth, you just worth a little
Little did your work now makes us wanna murder little
Rappers tryna spit better, boy it don't get better.
We get dough to make sure cheese boys don't get better (raah).
Gaahdbody take, let's go home...
(Laughs) and I'm proud of you!