Tempo

When I placed all my burdens on Him

He washed them all from me

Okay, let's go

Way up, way up, way up, way up

All the way up, all the way up, all the way up

Way up, way up, way up, way up

All the way up, all the way up, all the way up

K to the second letter

Jiggy with the kid with his own style

Chilling in the city, we should simmer down

Coming from the Grammy's with a semi-smile

'Cause we done had more fun serving people in the city

Let the window down

Go and let the beat knock

Squad is in the house

Smash your windows, I call it Steve Jobs

We ride

We ride

Atta boy

I'ma go Bobby Boucher in the city

Handing out that living water boy

I just hit my rhythm, boy

This is not your tempo, boy

I just hit my rhythm, boy

This is not your tempo, boy

HGA is simple boy

Louie Free, he with me

Draw a crowd, no stencil boy

They got Drake to play it safe

I think they conned him

I love God, do what I wanna

Gotta deal with it

Wheels spinning and I still live it

Never chill with it

Still winning in the field with it

Put the real in it

No concealing it

But to Him, winning never spill with it

Didn't kill with it, but to kill with it

You could still get it

I could still feel

In the field here to seal

Then there's in the field with us

Really ain't no fear in us

Really ain't no fear in us

You might wanna get with us

Way up, way up, way up, way up, way up

All the way up, way up, way up, way up, way up

I am as free as my hair

Cut it or comb it, forget it

I'ma do what I've been called to do

Not what's expected

Just for the record

Just for the record, I know

I just hit my rhythm, boy

This is not your tempo, boy

I just hit my rhythm, boy

But this is not your tempo

This is not your tempo

This is not your tempo

Don't nobody own us

Don't nobody own us

Don't nobody own us

Don't nobody own us

Pull up to the meeting with ripped jeans and Adidas

The new intellectual is what you seeing, homie

We can go toe to toe with any so-and-so

We got a pen game

And we just balling dog, alright?

Explicit as ever

Vicious as ever

Christian and clever

Dis it, dismiss it, this is just better

Vision is better

Making high art

But high art can't revive hearts

I'ma do this God talk

Don't need a pity party

My people pity your party

The party I'm part of imparts partials of pardons

Can't pick a part any part of the pick don't want no part with it

I played a artist, now pardon I brought my partners in

I think I know what we revealing

Life is over-easy

Everybody's shell cracked

I holding my dignity never said that

We got bigger fish to fry

Know when to scale back

I just hit my rhythm, boy

You can't match my tempo, boy

I just hit my rhythm

And you can't help but fear love

Think I found it

I think I found it

I think I found my rhythm, boy

Think I found it

I think I found it

Not one blemish, does He see

When I placed all my burdens on Him

He washed them all from me