Tempo

歌詞

When I placed all my burdens on Him He washed them all from me Ok, let go All the way up All the way up All the way up All the way up All the way up K to the... All the way up Second letter Jiggy wit' the kid wit' his own style Chilling in the city, we should simmer down Coming from the Grammy's, with a semi-smile Cuz' we done had more fun serving people in the city, yeah Let the window down, yeah 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'mma 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 Ooh, HGA is simple boy Louie Free, he with me, draw a crowd, no stencil boy, whoo 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 winnin' Never spill wit it Didn't kill wit it But to kill wit it You could still get it I could still feel In the field, here to seal Then there's in the field wit us Really, ain't no fear in us Really, ain't no fear in us You might wanna get with us Way up All the 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 So we gotta pen game and we just ballin' dawg, aight? Explicit as ever, vicious as ever Christian and clever, diss it dismiss it this is just better Vision is better Making high art But high art can't revive hearts I'm a do this God talk Don't need a pity party my people pity ya party The party I'm a part of imparts partials of pardons Can't pick apart any part of the pick don't want no part of 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, holdin my dignity never said that We got bigger fish to fry, know when to scale back I just hit my rhythm, boy (I just hit my rhythm, boy) You can't match my tempo, boy (You can't match my tempo) I just hit my rhythm And you can't help but fear love Think I found it, I Think I found it, I Yeah I think I found my rhythm, boy Not one blemish does He see When I placed all my burdens on Him He washed them all from me