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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)

I need a minute to meditate
Gimme a second, babe
Full of regret, I been stressing on everythang
So I'm a need everythang, anything, pocket change
Let it bang, let it bang
It's a freedom sound, let it bang
Let it bang, let it bang
It's a freedom sound, let it bang (shit, yeah)

Man I miss my dawgs, took off the roof
I took that shit off, spiritual
All you do is talk, that's all you do
That's all you do

She said, "I need a mani and pedi, bae" (damn)
Girl that's yo' man? He so petty, dang?
I do not roll up no regular (no)
My name ain't Reggie, I regulate, I feel like Dave
The way you you talking 'bout Reggie
Pull up on yo ass, wedgie
I got the glow, down in my belly
I been eating baguetti (ooh)
I do a titty on TV I'm T.D. Jakes (and God said)
He ain't never go gon' leave me, he won't forsake me, wow
Preach preacher, I love it
Jump back divvy up the duggets
She ain't wanna put a penny in a bucket
Pass the plate around, Last Supper
Lotta shit hanged since last summer, but 

I need a minute to meditate
Gimme a second, babe
Full of regret, I been stressing on everythang
So I'm a need everythang, anything, pocket change
Let it bang, let it bang
It's a freedom sound, let it bang
Let it bang, let it bang
It's a freedom sound, let it bang (shit)

Man I miss my dawgs, took off the roof
I took that shit off, spiritual
All you do is talk, that's all you do (that's all you do)

Can I holla, holla? Uh, look (yeah)
Can I holla, holla, holla, holla at ya?
Hallelujah girl, you a jalapeño
You the hottest hollow points in the nina
How you doing? How you been? How ya living?
I ain't seent you in a minute
Grind hard, I been in and out of cities
Ripping and tripping and killing the biggest
You know your favorite ain't fucking with Jiddeth
They're taking flavor and come to the city
And push it to labels with the majors
And you thinking you made it
But a-ha, don't play yourself
Born and raised here, been a slave in a grave
I'll prolly decay here
You would know what I mean if you came from here
But this all I'm a say, welcome to the A
East Atlanta I was playing with Clay
Hit the three Curry with the pot
With the D, fifty shots sending, sheesh
Call the cops, get the sheets
Bullets bounce to the beat
Don't announce you a freak
We accounted for, be accountable
Gotta get the money, move a mountain for it
Going through the forest I'm a wild boy on a wild horse
Bow and arrow hit the wild boar
It's a feast, a mild score
I pack up the sheets and pile for it
Take the charge and fall, power forward

Hit the state record look like Paul George
I done bally ballin' in my ball shorts
Heard he hate me, no sweat off my balls, boy (hol' on)

I need a minute to meditate (me too)
Gimme a second, babe
Full of regret, I been stressing on everythang (me too)
So I'm a need everythang, anything, pocket change
Let it bang, let it bang
It's a freedom sound, let it bang
Let it bang, let it bang
It's a freedom sound, let it bang (shit, yeah)

(Man I miss my dawgs, took off the roof)
(I took that shit off, spiritual)
All you do is talk, that's all you do (that's all you do)
That's all you do (that's all you do)

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