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Kenneth Charles Blume III, known professionally as Kenny Beats, is an American record producer, audio engineer, and songwriter. more »

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(Whoa, Kenny)

Hey, look
You know my life is crazy, look at my DM's (look at my DM's)
Yeah, buss her ass one time, now she actin' like my BM (ooh)
Yeah, battling demons, they was sleeping like a Tylenol PM
Sendin' my prayer somewhere in the sky 
'Cause I ain't even know what God to believe in (facts)
I was just hoping it landed (facts)
I was just hoping whoever was listening 
Know I ain't take it for granted (facts)
I may not be of this planet
I see you niggas and don't understand it
You on borrowed money and borrowed time
Sign their names on dotted lines
You should draw a line, real shit
I am legend in my city, I'm Will Smith
Old bitch did me dirty, I healed quick
I'ma cop a billboard in front of her house 
So she can look at it and feel sick (ooh)
Upper Echelon and petty, pop a couple uppers now a nigga ready 
Whoa Kenny, take a lil' time to kill 'em slow, Kenny
Travel the globe, the same bros with me

Snow on that road but I still don't slip, ay
Moonwalk like Mike Jack through all that shit, ay
If the sky falls, I bet I catch it, hey
It's destined, yeah, ooh
Don't mind me I'm out here doing what the f*ck I'm 'posed to, uh
Reparation, bitch I need a check (check), check (ooh)
Can't hear you from in the sky 'cause I've been going postal (still)
Need a bag wherever we at, yeah

I come from the side of the town where they gun you down
But we made our way through it
Baggage claim like I work at Spirit 
But it's only spirit so you can't relate to it, broke nigga (broke nigga)
Out in Copenhagen, know I brought the Bay to 'em
Shit still be surprisin' me 
Like what I say to 'em? Why they f*ck wit' me?
How I escape through so luckily? 
Pops got me knife sharp, I feel like I'm cutlery
My circle, cheerio, small, I don't need no company
I don't need new friends suddenly
I don't need another new drug in me
Since I been lit, niggas been plugging me, I'm lit
And I can't tell what's real no more (I can't tell what's real)
What are you tryna conceal bro, bro?
Hopped out in my feels and stayed on ten toes
Then got it poppin', Xans, Benzos
It's all mental, all in your head every time

Snow on that road but I still don't slip, ay
Moonwalk like Mike Jack through all that shit, ay
If the sky falls, I bet I catch it, hey
It's destined, yeah, ooh
Don't mind me I'm out here doing what the f*ck I'm 'posed to, uh
Reparation, bitch I need a check (check), check (ooh)
Can't hear you from in the sky 'cause I've been going postal (still)
Need a bag wherever we at, yeah (ooh)

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