Tempo - KB

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

Let me say…

All the way up

It’s Usahng

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