Tempo Lyrics - Kb

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

All the way up 

All the way up 

All the way up 

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

All the way up 

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All the way up 

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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 

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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 

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 balling 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'ma do this God talk 

Don't need a pity party, my people pity your 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 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 holdin 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, yeah 

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