Tempo-KB

Ok Let's go 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 K to the All the way up Second letter All the way 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 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